Redhawk Caldera Leave your bag of bones underneath your bed

And then, there it was. She was the right age for it, and Phox had suspected it would come soon enough. He had not expected it to follow Prim's death so quickly, but perhaps some time away would help her grieve in her own way. It was not disappointment at her that flickered over his features, though. It was a little bit of sadness that children didn't stay children for longer. She was an adult for all intents and purposes, and he couldn't tell her what to do or where to go anymore. At least this time she had gone about it a little better.

I don't hate you, silly. I will miss you, though, he said, a smile creasing his lips. Have you told Quetzal? he asked. He also wondered where Niamh was. She couldn't be too far off, but he figured she and Alyx could speak one-on-one about her plans if she missed this particular conversation. Phox wasn't about to relay the news himself.