Fairspell Meadow of little wings of white-flamed butterflies in my brain

One question, and she felt her heart broke all over again. She couldn't even bring herself to shake her head; her lips formed the word 'no,' but no sound emerged. How could she crush his hope? It would be like killing Anansi right in front of him.

I don't think so, tresy, Maegi murmured, touching her nose to the crown of his head. He's elsewhere now. Maybe he can see us, but we can't see him. Only in our dreams.

She shouldn't coddle him. She couldn't dance around the truth. Really, she was coddling herself, for she found herself still unable to cope with her son's death. She was useless in this scenario, and she knew it in her bones.