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Teya wasn't entirely receptive, but she didn't pull away either. Bridget settled in next to her and pulled her in, only to have her dissolve into sobs a moment later. While the medic wasn't surprised, she still felt her jaw tighten, and she pressed her muzzle heedlessly into her tangled ruff.

Where was everyone? Why was she here, by herself, like this?!

'I not want this.' Bridget didn't have to look far to find what she was speaking about. She hadn't remembered Teya wanting to have children, and immediately her mind went back to the last season. How she'd helped to prevent this from happening - and how she hadn't been here to do so this year. For maybe the first time since she'd met Teya, Bridget was at a loss for words. It was hard to know how to respond to this outside of simply holding her and letting her feel what she needed to feel.

I'm sorry. She could at least say that. Bridget knew that she didn't carry much of the blame for this, but she certainly carried part of it. If she'd been here, perhaps she could have helped. Evidently no one here knew the ways to rid one's self of an unwanted burden after it was seeded. She didn't feel any guilt thinking that, or how she could have offered it, even while she looked at Sorana. Obviously what was done was done. But if they had managed to stem this at the start, the pup wouldn't have even had the chance to be known. She could have had a life later, one that didn't bring her mother to tears like this.

Is there anything I can do? She hadn't even been officially welcomed back, but that didn't matter. Clearly she was needed - and she'd support Teya in whatever way she could, unconditionally. That was what was important right now.