Morningside Cuesta Everybody dies. Come watch TV?

Liri could do little else but nod when Kavik apologized, accepting it, and merely watched as he moved closer. A speckled ear flicks back to catch Illidan's hushed words and a crease forms between her eyes. 

For a moment she thought again of the tangled forest where she'd found her first home amongst the shadows and the cries of foxes. If Illidan truly meant the forest she thought of, the one she'd taken her name after, Liri thought that his family might not have moved on without him. Even if they did return the child to Blackfoot Forest, it would be empty as the day she left - reclaimed by the vixens. 

"Do you think they might have stayed there? In the forest, waiting for you?" She asks anyways, forgetting to explain herself. She had to ask at least. The sylph couldn't just walk away with the child. Their little group didn't need raging relatives coming down on them. At the very least, they'd have to look before moving on.