Moonspear not all tears are an evil.

Towhee inhaled sharply when Fig told her about the issue with Fen. Part of her immediately wanted to meddle mediate. If she focused on their issues, it could be a distraction from her own. But she was worn so thin by now, she didn’t think she had the bandwidth even if she wanted to help them sort it out. Anyway, they were grown adults, so Towhee should probably let them figure it out themselves.

All the same, she sagged sadly upon hearing that her two eldest children—once thick as thieves, like their father and (adoptive) mother—were at odds. A small whine eked out of her as she leaned in to pull her son into another, looser hug. Surely they would patch things up at some point, though she knew it was hard on them both in the meantime.

Fen’s been through a lot, Towhee said after a moment, though she didn’t embellish beyond saying, Hopefully she just needs some time to process. What about you? Hopefully you’ve been up to things, not through them so much…