Redhawk Caldera i may be crazy, don't mind me.

Lagan stared at his mom, bewildered as she made the weirdest face he'd ever seen her make. She looked like one of those squishy stress balls where the eyes pop out when you squeeze it. His mom usually looked so calm, but something had made her appear terrified. Was it something he'd said? Or was something wrong with her? Maybe it had something to do with that strange smell. She kept looking at Lagan's dad, and Lagan kept looking back and forth between them. What the heck was happening?

Lagan and Phox just stood there, looking around, utterly confused, as their parents had a whole conversation with no words. Finally Elwood spoke, though what he said didn't clear up anything to Lagan. He hadn't been taught what a heat was, or did. He'd heard it used in a sentence a few times but that was it. He furrowed his eyebrows and stared expectantly at his dad, assuming that he had more to say. When he didn't say anything else, the Blackthorn boy broke the silence. Should we get her... cold water? He asked.