Wapun Meadow amappo

yes. he was very emotionally equipped for this. he was strong. 

when the girl turned to look for him, the indigo-eyed man was there. he pulled her close (awkwardly) and patted her back (awkwardly) while in fear and anger and superstition he faced far into the distance which had somehow made her weep.
had she ever cried like this before, even as a baby? 
wild, wild, echoes of goosewings in the everlight.
stay. had that been what she said?
"stay," he repeated, for no other reason than the fact he thought of doing it.
ancelin held athalia until she had cried herself out, her head almost reaching the bearclaw tied into the fur over his heart.