Blackfeather Woods sleep is a welcome gadget in our headbondhood

He can't offer any reassurance in that regard, and the knowledge brings with it a sudden fear that he'll decline. It's... far. I need to go East, over the mountains. I need to see my sister, His eyes lift again, solemn and perhaps a touch imploring; certainly more expressive than he wants. She's the only family I have left. Everyone else is dead now. Rosalie and Lainie might not be, true — and he's heard nothing of Soter or Morena, either. But it's easier to assume they're all dead; it feels safer. It hurts less than thinking about the possibilities — and it certainly makes for a more convenient narrative right now.