Lost Creek Hollow I'd left him dreaming.

He wanted to stay a little longer. That should've thrilled Ibis, but sent a twist through her gut instead. She burrowed her face against him for a moment, dislodging him from his drape-like hug across her neck in the process, seeking out the pleasant hum of his rumbling chest. If he wanted to say goodbye then Ibis would have to let him; it wasn't right to get in the way of that, he hadn't had as much time to get to know their father as she had. Maybe he'd have better luck with Treason too - being burly and strong and lovely and the best brother, infinitely better than the tiny fawn that was Ibis. She sighed against him and as she pulled away again she nodded, okay.