Sun Mote Copse and all the greedy souls just don't care to know

Weejay had only been back a few days, but avoided the general area she knew her grandparents were buried. She thought (and missed) @Elfie every day, but never more than she did in this moment. The last time she had dealt with death, he had been there to hold her up -- without him, she had no idea how to navigate any of it.

She wasn't alone -- @Eljay was hurting deeper and worse than her, and for a while, Weejay hadn't wanted to see him out of fear of reopening that world of hurt he was experiencing. After finally working up the courage to see her father, Weejay tentatively approached the den and ducked into the shadows. "Daddy..?" She dropped the ramshackle collection of flowers for Eljay at the entrance, peering in with a frown.