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Elwood smiled as Raven replied to her nephew promptly and smoothly. Her explanation was appropriate as well as easy for him to understand; he noticed that the boy was nodding his head eagerly, soaking up the information like a sponge. Although he and Finley had never officially asked Fox and Peregrine to act as their own children's godparents, Elwood knew that if anything were to happen to either one of them -- heaven forbid -- the Redhawks would care for the youngest Blackthorns. Of course, with Peregrine now deceased, this left Fox with the sole responsibility; her recent behavior caused Elwood's stomach to shift slightly in worry. Would she be willing to step up if necessary?

He banished the thought from his mind. It wasn't something that would ever come to fruition; even if Finley never returned, he would remain steadfastly capable of raising the twins. Lagan roused him from his serious thoughts with a question that caused him to grin: "That's cool. Will you be my godfather?" He looked earnestly up at Raven, having no reason to expect her to decline.

"Well, she would be a godmother -- but she and your Aunt Fox would both take good care of you if anything ever happened to me," Elwood said, chuckling despite the solemn topic. "But I'm not going anywhere," he quickly added, jostling his son playfully with his elbow.