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She tried really hard not be frustrated with him and his continued silence. It wasn't Stag she was really frustrated with anyway; she was angry with herself for being so inept at helping her children deal with their grief properly. It was her fault; she never dealt with her own emotions correctly, so how was she supposed to pull her son from his depression? 

She watched him silently for a few moments. Then, with a heavy sigh, she rested her head on her paws next to his. She was quiet for a while, listening to her son breathing, glad that he was at least still here. Maybe her presence would help him since nothing else she tried seemed to reach him. Eventually, she lifted her head and rested her gaze on his face again. Why don't you start helping me with patrols? she suggested. You won't have to talk if you don't want to. Maybe just getting him up and busy and part of a routine would help.