Sun Mote Copse caught in a river of rockers and dreams

His face crumpled, the sparkle in his eyes dimming. Towhee's own expression resembled his, a grim draw to her mouth, a droop to her eyes. She just barely coaxed her cheek muscles into a sad smile, empathizing with all the emotions that must be assailing him, and silently motioned for him to follow as she turned and began leading the way to the far eastern reaches of the copse.

Actions spoke louder than words, though the Sovereign did clear her throat to say, "Of course," in simple reply to each of his questions. "You still have family here." His parents were gone, as were most of his brothers and sisters. "Eljay's around, so is his daughter, Weejay. Have you met her?" Towhee couldn't quite recall how the timelines matched up there. "Phox, his mate and our kids are here too." She would have to explain that strange dynamic, later. "I'm sure they'll all be glad to see you here."