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

Ready to ramble, Weejay's tail swayed back and forth as Eljay affectionately returned the gesture. She couldn't possibly know what her father was thinking, but for a moment her soft eyes laid upon him in full, trying her best to read whatever she could of his expression. Perhaps, to measure just how he truly was doing -- and whether it was all a facade while inside, the walls and plaster were crumbling.

She had her reasons for inviting Eljay outside -- she knew he had been hit harder than any of them, and she had also noticed the sorrowful listlessness that hung around him like a miasma. Maybe being out in the sunlight for a spell would chase all that gloom away.

"Great!" Weejay half-playbowed, already breezily leaving the den to show her father the pile of plants she'd found. "Okay - I thought this would be good for gramma --" She paused by the bundle, sorting out a bush of long green stalks. It didn't look like much, but Weejay knew when it bloomed it would be beautiful. "This is beargrass. It's small and unassuming but when it blooms it has thousands of flowers-- and they smell really pretty." She waited for an assessment, if any, before continuing. "And this would be good for grandpa -- it's balsamroot." She gingerly pulled out a thick tubercle, which had sheaths of leaves and no flowers yet. "When it blooms the flowers look like grandpas eyes -- and it's a very hardy, important plant. You can eat it -- it doesn't taste good -- but it also can help you treat wounds."