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His focus that was previously glued to his mother moved to Towhee for the moment, if only to focus on her words. Well-intentioned as she was, Delos was a child. It was instinct to parade after his mother, particularly in a tense situation. He didn't want anyone to make it up to him, he wanted to curl next to his mother and forget the conversation he had witnessed.

Had he known Towhee better, maybe he would have heard her out. But, not today. Delos was quick to shake his head, following after Leto with his tail between his legs. He caught up to her without trouble, and was met with a lick to his head.

Leto was in a poor situation, there was no doubt about that, but for all of her frustrations and fuck-ups there was no doubt in his mind that she loved him.