Still trying to hold back his tears, Dustin wipes his face again as Ann walks in. He looked up at the caring woman and nods at her request to sit next to him. He scoots over to make more room for her as she went to close the door. He did like the idea of a motherly figure comforting him right now. His own mother was long gone so he was in need of a caring touch. He was shaking slightly as Ann took his hand, her warmth made him feel safe. "Thank you Miss Ann, you remind me a lot of my mother," He smiled at her soft expression. "I do not wish to take advantage of your kindness, but perhaps it would serve me if you stayed until I fall asleep." He knew that the men of the house wouldn't be much help in his grief other than to keep his mind off of it with training. "I hope they can mold me into a better knight here," He sighed and tried not to burst into tears once more. He looked away for a moment to gather composure before returning his gaze to Miss Ann.