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Fin was glad to see her grandson look comforted by what she'd said. She was also glad when he appeared to drop the conversation topic. It wasn't that she didn't want to talk to him about Wildfire's death. She just wanted for him to come to a point where he didn't need to talk about it anymore because he was okay. Now if only she could get Weejay and Eljay to this point, then things might start getting back to normal. As normal as they could be with Wildfire no longer in the world, anyway.

The pup's next question made her laugh aloud. It probably wasn't the appropriate reaction to being asked that question by a child, but she just found it too endearing. "June 23rd," Fin answered promptly, for no reason whatsoever. She'd never really thought about when exactly she would die. At least, she didn't usually think about it unless she felt her own death were imminent, as it had been a handful of times in her life.

"I'm just kidding, little elf," she added swiftly, "I actually don't know when I'm going to die. No one really does. Most people don't die until they're really old though, not unless they suddenly get sick like your mom, or they get hurt real bad."