Sun Mote Copse I can't feel my face when I'm with you

Finley replied in typical Fin-fashion, matching Elwood's expression of love with a playful quip. But there was a hollowness to her words that wasn't always there, and Elwood's smile faded slightly. He turned onto his side, then propped himself up on an elbow, grunting with the effort. It was no secret that Wildfire's death would hang over their heads for a long time, and he suspected that even after months had passed, they would still feel the sting of her absence.

"You okay?" he asked, his tone more serious this time. He nudged her cheek with his snout, knowing that the answer to his question was "no" but wondering what, exactly, she would say.