Sun Mote Copse the halluci nation

Fennec’s proximity—not to mention her hug—steadied Meerkat. With a last hitch of breath, she stopped crying. She shamelessly leaned against her sister, because it was exactly what she needed right then. She needed it so much, she refused to move away, though she did prick one ear to take in everything her sister was saying.

It was a lot to process, particularly in her raw state, though Meerkat sniffled and did her best. More tears welled and leaked out of her eyes upon hearing that Fen had tried to have more children, to no avail. If that wasn’t hard enough, she talked of letting Penn go to find someone who could give him children. That was devastating, and was about the time Meerkat began crying for her sister in earnest again.

Perhaps on a better day, Meerkat would’ve come up with some pretty things to say to comfort and support her sister. But just now, she was crying too hard to say much of anything. She shifted to cling to Fennec, her hold hopefully communicating the things she couldn’t articulate: I see you. I feel you. I grieve with you. But, most importantly, I’m here for you.