Sun Mote Copse Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?

Penn had expected her to quail under his anger, or to at least get angry right back at him. He'd never sworn at her like this before, though he'd definitely called her by that insulting, tactless nickname plenty of times before. He hoped that she would get angry, that she would attack him. She wasn't a mountain lion, but he knew her well enough to know that this had the potential to be a close second.

Fenn didn't falter though, nor did she rise to his anger. She replied as though nothing were wrong. Like he wasn't snarling in her face. Like he wasn't choking on the torn pieces of his heart. Like he hadn't just found his parents' dead bodies in the last few hours. He didn't understand how she could possibly be like this when it was simply inconceivable that anything could ever be normal again.

It was super bewildering. Penn stared at her in silence, breathing hard for a solid 60 seconds before his emotion subsided. He heaved a sigh as it escaped him and he deflated. What was the point of being angry? They were gone. They were gone.

"Where do you want to go," he asked, his tone heavy with the weight of his grief and the sudden emptiness that had overcome him.