Hushed Willows you're gonna be a long time

one ear swivels as he says her name and her hollowed gaze watches him approach. when he’s close enough, she lowers her head and flattens her ears, eyes closing and leaning into his nose as he touches the top of her head. she’s hardly seen him, lately, and she does not understand why their family is falling apart as fast as it is. without solomon or queenie, what are there? hardly a family.
 
she releases a shaky breath and slowly nods, adjusting herself and clearing her throat.
 
“i think i know where he is,” she says and begins to direct them in the course of her wayward brother.