Sun Mote Copse Three hour drive.

He gave her exactly what she needed and more. Phox provided not only affirmation but calm, collected pragmatism on the matter. She hadn't given much thought to their parents' graves, though she'd certainly pondered on their legacy. Towhee imagined they would definitely approve of this. So would Elwood and Finley. She didn't like that they would be leaving their godparents and sister behind in the copse, though, again: it was the legacy that mattered, the memories, not the bones.

Speaking of which, she reached out to shove playfully at his shoulder. "Of course I remember, we told that story together once," back in their youthful days on the caldera. That recollection made her smile and reminisce for a few moments. It was just ground—cursed ground, she'd felt at times—but there was a flutter in her belly now as the moment drew nearer. She was officially excited to go back.

"It feels right," Towhee surmised simply, pressing her lips together and humming contently. "All right, let's do this. You do the honors."