Blacktail Deer Plateau Let me... please

Fox listened, finding that it was easy to sit through somebody talking if she was actually interested in what they had to say. Fitz might prove a rather useful asset to the plateau, and she was glad her mate had made him one of the pack. His words were kind, even if what it boiled down to was that she would always feel a little bit sad. That didn't seem like it was the way things were supposed to be, but there was little she could do about it, according to Fitz, except to press on.

When he asked how long it had been, she had to take a moment to think. "A couple of months, at least." She'd never encountered a wound that had taken that long to heal, but perhaps these invisible ones took longer. "Sometimes I wake up, and I think that Perry is him," she said idly. More than once she had rolled over in a half-awake state and started to say Haunter's name, rather than Peregrine's. Haunter's name was even more fitting in death than it had been in life, she thought grimly.