Redhawk Caldera some day they will all be dead

He wondered if Towhee would mind if he brought Vesper to the Hobbit Hole. He decided she might enjoy a visitor—Bridget had prescribed company, after all—when his cousin spoke. She didn't say anything about the rendezvous site, though her words intrigued him. And of course he would be happy to oblige her request.

"Yeah, sure," he answered easily. "If we go to the Hobbit Hole, my mom is probably there, if you wanna meet her." Caracal glanced at her, wondering if he'd already met Towhee. "She's really cool, though..." He trailed off for a moment, biting back a sigh. "She's been sick lately. And my dad, he's cool too, but he doesn't live here."

He was technically the reason why, though Caracal didn't bring up that part. To this day, he wasn't really sure what to think about that, so usually he just... didn't. Like always, he nudged that thought aside and peered at Vesper, suddenly mirroring her interest.

"How about you? Your parents, I mean. What are they like?" He recalled Towhee talking a bit about that whole complicated situation but Caracal either hadn't listened closely, hadn't really followed or more likely a little bit of both.