Sun Mote Copse from the heart

Throughout all Weejay had endured, she had yet to resent her father. She resented many things; the oncoming of winter; the loss of her flowers; the departure of her brother; the death of her mother.. and yet she had known that Eljay, like her, was just a pawn in all of this -- and as long as he stayed by her, things might be okay. 

She had been staring listlessly at her old garden when she heard the tread of her father behind her. Peering round her shoulders, she caught sight of Eljay -- and for the first time the emaciation of his frame sunk in. It reminded her of how Wildfire had looked those last few days; a jolt of terror shot through her, causing a frown to wrinkle her soft features. Daddy, you aren't looking very well. She stood up and inspected him solemnly, tail flagging. Fun was not on the agenda anymore -- not when he looked like this. Do you want to go to the stream? Maybe see if there are some fish?