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Eljay didn't know all of the intricate details. He didn't know that Reyes was the father of Towhee's children or that they'd been mates. He didn't know why Reyes and Niamh had fought. Honestly, he was afraid to figure out the latter; he knew that Niamh had been so defensive when he had asked her about it when she'd first gotten hurt. He wasn't so sure he needed a repeat of that. The thought of having to tiptoe around his own packmates wasn't a thought that he liked, though. It was easy enough to turn a blind eye to Niamh's outbursts before, because they didn't involve him — not really — but now he had been on the scene early and he had seen how she could be. It was as if his eyes were opened, and a part of him wished he could bury that ugly side he had seen of Niamh that day back where it had come from, and believe that she wasn't that way at all, like he always had.

Something had changed, and he hated that it manifested itself largely in an anxiety that settled next to the frustration he had already felt at not being told about the pregnancy in the first place. It fueled the feeling that he was no more than a convenient caretaker here to some of the wolves that were dearest to his heart. He hated feeling that way, because surely he was totally wrong about it, but it could not help but be present, and fester.

Next to all of his worries about Maia and the frustration of wanting to visit her to make up but being too afraid to leave the territory, it was a lot to handle, and it was racing rapidly towards being too much.

Despite his reservations, Eljay had made sure to care for Niamh's wound and he had brought her what herbs he had left — the last of them — from what Fennec had brought from Moonspear for Maia, and had brought her food once or twice as well. The situation around her paw seemed to improve, thankfully.

That day he was on his way for another check-up. Eljay carried between his teeth a mouse — it wasn't much, but a snack was better than nothing — and as he approached he chuffed in greeting. He put down the mouse in front of Niamh and said with an awkward chuckle, Hey Niamh. Looks like my snack is put to shame next to what you're having. How are you feeling..? The words came out uneasy, gently mirroring how double-edged he felt about Niamh and the whole situation presently.