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In a matter of just a few moments, he felt confident that he had soothed his son. All of that went sideways at the appearance of Larkspur, at least for Pippin. Where he had hoped that she would further comfort him, it seemed that her question only threw salt in the wound and rubbed it vigorously, and the wobbling lip set that in concrete. For a moment, the best Mordecai could muster was looking between the two and mentally flailing at how to make the situation better.

"Pip doesn't feel good," he said, though that much was surely obvious. "Why don't you come here and curl up with us, Lark?" Maybe that would work, it seemed simple enough to stick a band-aid over what had been an uncomfortable experience; it had worked for him once upon a time, anyway. He wasn't about to spill the beans on what had happened.