Broken Antler Fen The World Was Wide Enough

Unawares of the little girls thoughts, Brandy hoped and liked to think that she'd helped. She believed it herself, of course, assuming that her siblings were the ones watching over her from, well, wherever. Her father popped into her mind every now and again soon, but there had never been a decision to hope he was watching her or not. She knew what'd happened, naturally, but did that mean Midnight didn't love her? Would he have, if he'd have survived and somehow been able to see the babies?
Odette stayed quiet though, and there was no way to really be sure. Brandy's head sunk lower, slowly, and eventually her tongue flicked out to preen gently at the little ones shoulder for comfort. Should Odie let the yearling keep going, she'd likely get an almost full bath.