Sun Mote Copse Break out of captivity

Her argument astounded him, not in its content but in the fact that it even existed. Fig had been so certain she would be mad at him, that she would blame him. To hear that she didn't was too startling to even be of any relief. Which is perhaps a good thing, because it kept him clear to see the emotion she showed instead of blame.

He forgot everything then--who was to blame, who was mad at who. Even why he was supposed to be so awkward. He stepped toward her and nudged his nose softly against hers. "But you're not alone, Fenn," Fig said softly, wanting to reassure her, comfort her, make her stop being so sad, "We're here together now, all of us. You don't have to worry about being alone anymore."