Neverwinter Forest after the storm

Rannoch nodded in reply to Liffey's suggestion; their children needed time to adjust to the change.  They all were in this, whether they liked it or not, and he recognized the benefits of allowing some distance between himself and their children. Their opinions would have to be formulated on their own accord—they couldn't be forced to agree, especially when there hadn't been a sufficient amount of time for their thoughts to settle. 

Pressing against Liffey, Rannoch exhaled softly. "I'm sure they'll agree with our decision in time," he agreed, lying through his teeth; he needed to keep morale up, despite his anxiety that told him otherwise. "They just need more time... but they'll turn around." He nudged her cheek then, holding his nose in place for a moment as he relished in the familiarity of her scent. 

Allowing Deshyr and Breccan space, Rannoch and Liffey kept their distance for the remainder of the night, allowing their children the autonomy they desired. By the time that he had fallen asleep, the older children were still stationed outside of the den, but when he woke the next morning, they had made their way into their interim shelter. It was a small relief seeing all their children together, and that sentiment alone motivated Rannoch for the rest of their journey.