Moonspear know that the shine inside will always keep you strong

He felt awful for making Treepie cry, even if he thought she probably needed to. It couldn't be pleasant with her head already hurting, never mind the emotional turmoil. He felt stupid for suggesting Moonglow when it was the nexus of yet another tragedy, and when obviously she would not know what she ought to know.

He could only offer his presence as comfort, then. He lowered himself to his belly so that he did not loom over her, and crept close enough to touch his nose to her shoulder, silently offering his support.

"I'm sorry, Treepie," he murmured, wishing there was something he could do to help, or something he could say to reason her out of her misery. But though he felt for her, he could not touch her grief to lift it. "That is a lot to lose so swiftly."

He could not wrap his head around how disorienting it must be.