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Elwood hummed quietly in response. The boy was growing rapidly, and sleeping in the middle of the day would only help his development. It wouldn't be long, though, before he outgrew naps and was more active and productive during the daylight hours. The father's mind wandered briefly, wondering if Eljay would start to pursue a trade now that he was older -- presently, it seemed the youth's main concern was sticking to his parents like glue and refusing to let either of them out of his sight.

Silence lapsed between Elwood and Finley, as it so often did. While Elwood wanted it to be a comfortable stretch of solitude, it wasn't. There was something hanging over their heads, and he couldn't quite identify it -- and he wasn't sure he wanted to. Rather than try to fill the moment with meaningless words, Elwood suddenly leaned towards Finley, maneuvering so that he could touch the tip of his nose to hers. His tail gave a tentative wag behind him as he struggled to make a connection with his distant wife.