Hushed Willows sugar magnolia

The circumstances surrounding his mother's injuries had the youth decidedly nervous. About what it meant for their family, their place here in the willows, and all else. With Pippin gone and Tavi strangely scarce, he felt like he was stuck in some unreal in-between where the best he could hope for was piecing things back together and flying under the radar to not incite the wrath of the alpha female who wasn't his mother. That, and keep away from the noisy whelp that Silas was festering a newly-founded loathing towards.

Harlyn was among the lights in his life, perhaps one of the most bright, and to see her miserable gutted him. It drove him to want to be better, help her, make it all right again, despite having no energy or direction for the actual act of it all. Desperately, he wanted her to know he was here for her. He stopped by when he could! Usually when he had something to offer. But, sight of her suffering unsettled him deeply. He felt bad about that and did not want to wallow in such thoughts. It was a vicious cycle, he had learned long ago. Harlyn ailed, his brother was missing and probably just as miserable, while the rest of them just had to scrape by with what they could.

He nodded into the grass again. Nothing his father said surprised him. "Yeah," he agreed. He was worried. Always. About so many things that he did not know how he was supposed to deal with this. Knowing Mordecai felt the same soothed him somewhat, but still didn't make anything better. "I was gonna take her a rabbit if I got one," he sighed. "I want to do more to help but.." The rest didn't need said.