Sun Mote Copse looks like we just got a little closer.

All too soon, someone showed up and the bullshit meet-and-greet small talk had begun. Penn lingered a little away from the Redhawks as they greeted their father, rolling his eyes when Fig spoke more words in one go than he had their entire trip. He was such a pansy. Penn wanted to turn around and leave right then more badly than ever. Standing there, watching this made it so much harder to keep thoughts of his own parents from coming to his mind. They were gone. There was no one here to come greet him at the borders. He'd never get a welcome home hug from his dad ever again.

Penn swallowed and gave his coat a shake and grumbled. "Any chance we can take this welcome wagon somewhere with a little more of a roof?" he broke in rather rudely, likely speaking over some comment someone was making. He was drenched to his bones, and focusing on how annoying that was made it a lot easier to avoid focusing on how awful it felt watching his friends reuniting with their parents.