Dawnlark Plains Punch Face Champion

Grayday's breath caught in his throat - this was news to him. "Cutie?" he said, aghast. She'd been so young the last time he'd seen her. As young as Burr had been. But she was older than Sunny, and must have been a grown-up woman when she died. It was a difficult concept for Grayday to reconcile, and while he tried to right himself in this knowledge, he nearly missed the second bomb that his son wanted to drop on him.

Nearly.

"Oh, Sunny," he said, remembering how taken his boy had been with the girl when they'd been small. She'd not been too fond of him, but Grayday knew how things could change. "I don't think that's odd at all," he said softly, wishing he knew a way to fix this for his son.