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

Most of his days were spent lounging around the rendezvous site. When Weejay had returned home, Eljay had held her for a long time, crying tears of happiness and feeling happy for the first time since his parents had died. He had not gotten angry at her, for his worries had grown beyond such petty things and her time alive had shown him he could not control her, even though he wanted only to keep her safe. But the timing was unfortunate, for she had just missed the period where he had been overbearing but holding up, and her return had coincided fairly with Niamh's birthing which had broken his resolve and had broken him down into a mess. He was truly happy when he got to hold his daughter again; it was almost as if he had received back a reason to live after losing everything that he still had.

Then, as Weejay had gone and had not come to see him much, it had not helped Eljay's mood much and the pain deepened again. He sometimes searched around just to make sure she was still in the Copse and hadn't gone again to the dangerous outside. It didn't do well to let it fester by being alone with his thoughts and seeing no reasons to exist anymore, but Eljay had no idea what else to do with it, either. How could he take away the pain, and moreover, the feeling of unbelonging that had settled so deeply within his soul?

The single word uttered breathed some life into him. As if awakening from a deep slumber, a single ear lifted and Eljay grumbled, Hrrmm? before turning his head towards the entrance of the den. Weej? he asked, even though he knew it was her, as he blinked against the outside world's light filtering into the den.