Sun Mote Copse what you gon' do

Whatever it was that had happened to the child, it had caused him to be quiet; Niamh knew that his facial wounds pained him but still- she believed that a large portion of his silence was caused by wounds that neither the skilled medic, nor his blonde caretaker could see. Naturally, she was content to tell herself that even if it hadn't been his parents which had caused him injury, they hadn't done a good job of protecting him from it- and so, she was able to tell herself with a fair amount of conviction that Rasalas was better off with her and the Firebirds. After all- there were no better medics in the immediate vicinity than Eljay. That alone was reason enough for the boy to stay with them. 

And while Niamh believed that Fennec did in fact need to have a bit of correction with regards to her attitude, it didn't seem terribly fit to disagree with Eljay. She drew in a deep breath of air and exhaled slowly, considering his advice, before she looked away, almost pointedly, and nodded with her steely gaze somewhat averted. He was quite possibly right. And there weren't many times in Niamh's life when she would concede to another, and it settled on her shoulders uncomfortably. She gave Eljay a glance; like Phox, he was one of few who could temper her ire and curb her ego, though it wasn't without a struggle. She huffed, and smiled faintly. "You're a good Dad, Eljay," She said, once again looking away, as she shuffled her shoulders to loosen the tension that had settled between her shoulderblades. Fennec wasn't his daughter- but Eljay did certainly know how to Dad pretty damn well. "Well. I'm gonna go see'f I can find somethin' as a treat for the kids," She said. Her gaze drifted down to the soggy garden, and then up to Eljay. "F'anyone can bring this garden back to life in the spring, Eljay, it'll be you. I'll catch you around," She said, the compliment intended as her way of thanking Eljay for the conversation, and for settling some of the differences between them.