Hushed Willows make it stronger

There was something healing about focusing on his children's happiness. Every time they smiled or seemed to get a little better, his aching heart stopped hurting just a little bit. As she ate the berry he pulled a few off with his lips, chewing and enjoying the tart, sweet flavor. "They're good right?" He asked her. He was hesitant to talk to her about her mother right now, especially since she seemed so content in the moment. "I want you to know you can talk to me about anything Squeaker" he would just leave it at that and let her decide whether she wanted to speak or not.