Sun Mote Copse when it rains, it pours

Eljay chewed his lip, feeling guilty that he couldn't give Sugar an honest answer. Part of his answer was truthful, of course; he didn't know precisely why Elfie was angry, but he knew parts of it. Telling Sugar about Wiffle's passing didn't seem right, though. She was still too young to grasp it and Eljay wasn't too sure he wanted to share right now, either. Still, something about not being able to tell her the truth bothered him deeply, even if she was just a child still. Besides, telling her why Elfie was angry in part would mean he'd have to admit he was the worst father in the history of all fathers ever; and he was not quite ready to do that.

She then said she hadn't seen Weejay, but offered to help look. Eljay smiled -- though in his current state, it looked more like a grimace -- as he said, Thanks, Suge, that's really sweet of you. He wished he knew where even to begin, but then decided that they should just keep looking everywhere in the Copse, see if there were trails. Even though he knew it unlikely that they'd find a trail in this weather and because he'd already looked seemingly everywhere, there was some solace in searching.

Eljay hadn't even properly noticed the flower at Sugar's paws and he blinked at her question. Then he looked down at where she pointed and saw the beautiful flower. Oh, he said, blinking. It's very pretty. It's a... I think it's a lily. A yellow lily?