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Gannet leaned into him and Peregrine's eyes closed as he simply savored that for a beat, his living son's warmth pressed to him. He drew in a deep, deep breath, then opened his eyes again and curved downward a little to look into the cub's face. He would explain death plainly, in language he hoped Gannet could understand, then field whatever questions he might have for him.

"You won't be able to find your brother, Gannet, because he's dead," he broke the news as gently as he could. "That means he's asleep, that he'll never wake up. We—" He halted here uncertainly, swallowing, then continued, "We put his body to rest, in case you're wondering where he is. You won't be able to find him," he repeated the most important part. "But we won't forget him, not ever." Peregrine took a shaky breath. "Do you understand? Do you have any questions?"