Lost Creek Hollow If you're lost out where the lights are blinding

terance wished he was better at consoling. it was something rannoch and seabreeze had always been so good at... and he could never really compare. a warm embrace was all he could really offer, since he often tripped over his own words, but at least terance was good company in that sense... if anything. he was good at listening and being a tissue. maia used him as the latter. 

"sarah's okay," he murmured in a hushed voice, licking at the crown of her head, holding himself together far too well. he'd done the same for sarah when  she arrived, only letting out the tears when he was alone later in the evening. he couldn't fall apart when his sister was doing the same, he needed to be strong for her. but terance didn't have much else to say, so he just licked and held.