Moonspear not all tears are an evil.

Fig didn't want her to pull away yet, but he didn't protest when she did other than emit a small whine that he knew she couldn't hear. He looked at her with concern and curiosity in his eyes as she spoke, but calmed down when she explained. He'd learned much about what she'd been through the last couple of years, so he could completely understand how hard this move to Moonspear must be for her. He was going to offer his sympathies, but then she asked a question so very reminiscent of the one Fenn had asked—the question that had lead him into this downward spiral.

He dropped his gaze from hers and looked down at her paws, his ears sliding back with remorse and guilt. -Just visiting,- he answered in ptero, not wanting to feel the taste of those words in his mouth again. Not so soon. He lifted a paw to continue, to explain himself. But he dropped it after a moment and lowered his gaze even further down to his own paws instead.