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When Mordecai answered him, he nodded slowly. He felt vaguely reassured but still not soothed in full, although any little bit helped. It was not always easy to just be there, though. He didn't like seeing her injuries and not knowing what he could do about them besides nothing at all and of course, he never wanted to pester when he knew he wore his worry all over his bright eyes sometimes. That... probably didn't help very much.

He still felt bad he couldn't help more. But, if all else failed and even on the worst of hunting days, he most certainly would be there. He'd be there for Harlyn was much as she'd have him, he supposed. It was easy. So easy that it didn't feel like enough.

The mention of flowers came as a welcome change of his focus, though. "Yeah?" he peeped. "I think I know where some good ones are," he offered, and began to gather his legs beneath himself before pushing up to stand. While not as tasty as a fresh meal, if they took her flowers, it was more than showing up empty-handed, and that made him feel a little better too.

He wasn't in any rush, all content to soak in Mordecai's company to savor every second he could, but he nudged his snout on his father's shoulder before pointing down a pathway -- the one he had in mind for flowers. Barring any better suggestions, he'd aim in that direction, slowly but steadily.

Eventually settled into motion, he warmed to the idea, and accepted the distraction from his sulking.