Sun Mote Copse always.

Great-grandparents? That thought didn’t freak Elwood out — how different could it be than being a grandparent? — but not knowing made him briefly quake from an involuntary shiver. He had accepted long ago that his children would lead their own lives, often away from home, but it saddened him to realize that he didn’t even know how things were going for them — if they had kids, for instance. And, with so many of their children gone, it was truthfully likely that they were great-grandparents a few times over.

I hope so, he replied simply, his tremor turning into a shrug. As for Lagan, he missed the boy, too; he thought frequently of those who were away, but he had been an especially good one. He nudged Fin’s cheek wordlessly, just as a gesture of love and gratitude.

All this reminiscing is making me tired, he admitted a moment later, having realized just how deeply this sleepiness had sank into his bones. Being emotionally tired was often more impactful than physically, he found.