Sun Mote Copse now it's hard to breathe

They were still fast asleep for now. Grief was a tiring affair, he supposed. Just as Eljay looked up he saw Wraen approach and the sympathetic smile on her face nearly broke him into a million pieces all over again. Every time someone would look at him in that way it reminded him of what he had lost. It was easier to pretend that it wasn't so when he was doing something completely unrelated, but when they cast him that glance... He knew. He knew that life would never be the same, and that Wiffle was never coming back. No matter how hard he tried to bury it, he just couldn't.

Eljay frowned and with watery eyes he nodded, trying not to look horribly unappreciative. He did appreciate that others were looking out for him, but everything was just... Well, a lot, right now. He only had hands to juggle three balls but instead he'd gotten about a million. And he could tell that for the pups it was much the same, but at the same time it seemed he could do nothing to fix that for them either as he couldn't magically grow any of them more hands either.

Thank you, Eljay said, ignoring Wraen's question because he didn't even know where to start and he doubted she wanted to hear exactly how he and the kids felt, anyway. For visiting. Eljay had fond memories of Wraen; she was kind and she had always tried to help him out even though he was clearly hopeless. Even now she stood here to help him along, even though Eljay honestly had no idea how to move forward. Life had never been easy for him; let alone now, under the crushing burden of grief while he tried to raise two young children. Eljay said nothing else, just staring at Wraen with watery eyes while he silently wished he was alone so that he would not bother anyone else with his pain. He didn't even notice mommy's presence just yet.