Sun Mote Copse of a leather seat between your legs

Fin was okay with the tight hold. She wasn't feeling particularly inclined to let him go either, given her secret melancholy. She knew she had failed her kids that had remained at the Plateau. While she had done her best to visit them regularly, it hadn't been nearly as often as she had originally planned. Things just kept getting in the way, over and over. Eljay's litter, her own pregnancy, her litter, and now this... It always felt like there was something forcing her to fail as a mother, but she also had to keep reminding herself that this was how it was supposed to be. There was supposed to be distance between parents and their children. They were supposed to grow independent, even if you had to force it to happen sometimes, as she had decided to do when they'd moved to the Copse.

If she was being honest, Fin had considered it a mistake every day since she'd made the decision. It was too late to go back now, though. Eljay needed her more than any of her kids ever had, as least as far as she was aware.

"Not well," Fin confessed with a sigh, "He's just as distraught now as he was the day it happened. I don't... I don't know what to do for him." She shook her head, looking away as she felt her armor slipping. She took a moment to slip it back into place before looking back at Tegan and giving him a smile. "Everything okay at the Plateau?" she asked, eager to change the subject to something happier.