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

If there was anything or anyone that could put a smile on Eljay's face, it was certainly Weejay. He smiled affectionately as she touched his chin, a soft and small gesture that meant the world to him. When everything seemed to be collapsing Eljay was happy that he still had his little girl. She was so grown up now, he realised as she spoke to him about the flowers she was going to bring to mom and dad, and yet she would always be his baby girl. It was weird, though not a foreign concept to him, as he'd felt much the same with Raven's children and even his baby siblings that he had helped raise.

Every day he hoped that Elfie would return home so that amidst the shambles of his parents' deaths, at least he would still have his boy with him as well. He thought every day that maybe there was something he had done wrong, something he could've done to stop this from happening, and it was a harsh punishment every day, over and over again, only to result in the same answer -- I don't know. Some days the answer would be yes and some days it would be no, but most of the days it was in the grey and the only conclusion he could draw was that he just didn't know.

Thank you, sweetie, Eljay said with a nuzzle to Weejay's cheek as he looked at the flowers she brought. He nosed them and took in their fragrance, which made him feel a bit better. The smell of flowers reminded him of Weejay, because she loved them so much. They're beautiful.

Without answering verbally to Weejay's question, Eljay squeezed himself outside and he nodded at his daughter, silently asking her to lead the way.