Sun Mote Copse of a leather seat between your legs

Fin stared at her son as he said what he did. She didn't know what exactly had happened between him and Towhee to make him hate her so much. Was it really because she had left the Plateau? Or had something else happened? She realized reluctantly why this was likely such a sensitive subject for him. It was her fault. She had started this by being the first to leave, and her son had been spiralling ever since.

"Tegan... Wildfire just died," she said quietly, "You might not have known her, but she was as much a daughter to me as any of your sisters. And now she's dead, and I will never see her again. Ever." Fin paused, not knowing where she was even going with this. Her armor was cracking. She was too filled with grief and remorse to clearly think through her words. If there was a right thing or a wrong thing to say, she couldn't come up with it. She just spoke. "Did you come here to tell me you want another of my kids dead?"