[Human children are especially fragile. I've seen countless of them die so early for the most random reasons. A fall from this might break a bone or two. If his head or neck hit something, he might die.]
'He's worried,' Arabella smiled at her husband. 'But he could have said that a bit more gently instead of scolding Dimo who's already depressed.'
{Look at him. He might cry any second.}
{Why?!} Ferdinand was wide-eyed when he realized Arabella was right.
[What did I do? I merely told him to sit properly. What's wrong with that? If he fell, he could have gotten hurt, or even worse.]
{I know what you mean. You were worried about him. But Dimo doesn't know. He thought you were merely scolding him. And he's especially sensitive right now since he's emotional and nervous to be back in this place, his supposed home that almost ended his life. Imagine how that would feel for a ten-year-old child.}
Arabella explained and Ferdinand paled as he realized she was right.
