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Ruenna tilted her head when Phox paused, seemingly hesitant to report that his return felt good. Sympathy welled in her heart, but she did her best to hide it from her features. That last thing Phox would want was pity, as that was likely how he would view it. 

How were things for her? 

"Good," she replied, a bit more certain in her assessment than Phox had been in his own. "It's been a lot of change. More than I've come to expect, even.." Phox certainly knew-- as did anyone who called the Teekon Wilds home-- that the change was the only real constant in life. 

"Phox.. I'm so sorry for your loss." How unbelievably painful it must be for him to lose his mate in the midst of conflict, never to have a chance at reconciliation. And on top of that, to raise the children that must in some way be a reminder of that pain. How must it have felt to have been a stranger to his own children? Ruenna couldn't imagine.