Sun Mote Copse Positively lost me

Fig listened as his father answered, thoughtfully processing his options. He didn't much like the idea of falling down a mountain, though he was quick to realize Phox was just being facetious. He tried to smile at this, but it was just a small twitch of his lips. He found more promise in focusing on the latter part of his suggestion--about anger not being worth the energy and just trusting that Towhee loved them. That made sense, but still there was some small shred of doubt that didn't seem to want to let Fig be.

Fig was thoroughly frightened by the idea of actually talking to her about it. What would he say? What would she say? He didn't want to hurt her, no matter what happened between them. And he knew that telling her he was mad would hurt her. But he didn't want to hurt Phox's feelings either by rejecting the idea, so he merely nodded and continued to stare silently at his paws.