Sun Mote Copse I'm not about to fight until the last of me dies

It touched her, that Weejay wanted to go with her, but of course the girl didn't know what she was saying. And every string in her mother's heart recoiled at the thought of her child dying. "You have to live a long, happy life," she murmured by way of indirect reply, bending to kiss the tears budding at the corners of Weejay's eyes.

She didn't feel like playing, which made sense. Wildfire's heart wasn't really light enough for it either, nor would her body like it much. That said, she would've done anything Weejay asked, anything that was within her power, in any case. "Would you like a story about flowers?" she asked, curious about the single word her daughter had said just before requesting a story.

While she waited for an answer, Wildfire's eyes strayed to the side, catching sight of a dandelion. It was only a weed. Nonetheless, she leaned over and clipped its stem with her teeth, then delicately tucked it behind Weejay's ear before pulling back and smiling. Tears slid silently from the corners of her eyes, which somehow smiled too.