Wheeling Gull Isle fall back into place

if there is one thing worse than grieving a loved one, it's watching your other loved ones grieve.
judah's cries feel as though they cut into dinah's very core, etching into her skin like visible bruises that will never leave. all she can think to do is drop to the ground with him, sweep him up into her arms and hold him. she doesn't reassure him, doesn't tell him that it's okay, because it wasn't, and it never would be — there was nothing she could say that could take away his pain, as horribly as she wished to do so. if there was ever someone who understood that, it was her.
she stays there with him, rocking back and forth the same way daddy used to do when they were kids. she buries her muzzle in between his ears, arms tightly roped around his shoulders.
he calms down enough to get out words she can understand, and a sigh is pushed from her lungs. she won't go, dinah mutters. i-i tried. i didn't want to leave her.
she missed her.
judah, she wipes away ribbons of snot and tears and spit from his face. i don't-- i don't think we should stay here, either. we need to heal. we need-- freedom, and i've found that, her mind wanders to mulherin, and her gaze falls away, dropping to the floor. i want you to come with me. we can go anywhere you want. i won't-- i won't leave you alone again.