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He can't help but return Lily's smile, though his own is weary and hesitant. It does sound perfect — somewhere the pack can put down roots again, find peace. But his chest feels tight and his mouth feels dry suddenly, and he doesn't know why. That's great, Lily. I think we're all... ready, Not fit, not well — but ready. He glances to Seabreeze, half looking for her confirmation. Whether he receives it or not, he glances back to Lily a moment later and adds, more softly now: Thank you — for going out to find a place for us. He wants to say more, but the words catch in his throat, so he goes quiet.