Firefly Glen Things fall apart,

The woman should've expected the question. But it still shocked her all the same. Morwenna took a deep breath in, releasing it through her nose as an ultimate sigh. 

No, sweetling, they are not. The words were tight. Her chest felt tight. The burden of her lost children never fully healed, but yet again, does it ever? Morwenna's life changed when she had her first litter— for the better, more or less— and she wouldn't trade those memories for anything. Anything.

Which is why, she raised her head. I'm worried about you.

A beat of silence. 

I can escort you home, if you'd like, unless you... the words don't have one trailed off from her lips.