Sun Mote Copse now it's hard to breathe

There isn't an universally accepted right approach to a person, who has recently lost someone very dear to them. The way Eljay looked at Wraen made her heart sink and feel bad for a moment. Even at a time like this she - with the best of intentions - had managed to step on all the wrong toes. Only Wildfire's advice not to give up on the fellow, to be patient and to keep trying, made her look past the guilty feeling she had. The young widower could not do any worse than this. 

"Any time, Eljay," she nodded, then cast a side-glance at Elfie, who was making his first steps in phrenology, by sniffing diligently the inside of the split skull. She had no doubt that the little bugger would improve in the coming weeks, his will and thirst for life was stronger than staying put in the past. One day his mother would be nothing but a faint memory to him. If only it was just as easy for adults to move on as it was for little children. She looked at Eljay again and said: "If you need anything - don't be afraid to ask. You do not have to do this alone. There is a whole family behind you and..." 

She paused and furrowed her brow, then eased into a smile: "... and there is another one here. Good day, Finley!"