Redhawk Caldera how the hell does a broken heart get back together when it's torn apart.

Lagan looked up from Towhee to look at his mom upside down. He shrugged and smiled, and when she said that he'd been Towhee's size once, he looked down at the pup. He furrowed his brows, unsure how he had ever been that small. He didn't remember his bones stretching and growing, so when had it happened? Growing up was a marvel both mentally and physically it seemed, one that he'd rather just let happen than try to explain. He chuckled when Finley said that Towhee used to be the size of Lagan's head; that he did remember.

So you used to be like super tiny too mom! Towhee, imagine mom lookin like a baby. He directed the last part toward the pup, snickering as he said it. Then Towhee asked if her joke had helped or not, it seemed she had sort of missed the rest of the conversation. He nodded, glancing back towards Finley then back at Tow. You helped me, that's for sure. What about you mom? He asked, a content smile on his face.