Hushed Willows Matters of business

ah, 'bad news.' those two words dropped and so did his stomach; cortez's face grew grave as he stared at sunny, waiting for whatever came next. the stress soon gave way to sorrow as the man told him his wife was definitely dead. oh, sunny, i'm so sorry, cortez murmured, but the condolence was somewhat lost in all the words that followed. that was fine; surely the satori could read the grief over his face.

sunny had a good head on his shoulders, though, and was already planning ahead. how could he argue with plans solid as these? sure, i definitely agree, he said amicably, giving a head-bobbling nod. you're probably a lot better with the social stuff than i am; what sort of ideas did you have in mind?

like the fertility festival, for instance. that had been his sister's baby, and cortez was positive he'd never be able to pull something together like that in a million years. lily, too, had been good with gatherings. hopefully sunny had that same sort of acumen.