Stone Circle and this, where i lay,

blondine sighed and gave a soft shake of her head. hey, c'mere. the words carried the same sharpness as sunny's had, though hers was intentional. have you cried about it? she asked, still waiting for him to come and sit beside her, i'll let you in on a secret.

assuming he conceded and did as he was told, blondine would begin sniffing through the fur atop his crown. my ma always told me that when something bad happens, we're allowed one good cry. a moment of empty silence. it helps get some of that emotion out of you. ain't good to keep it all in.

and once you finish that cry — a deep, pensive breath — make sure you don't cry about it anymore. no pity, no nothing. you just move on with yer life. 

blondine thought for a moment about what more could be said, but found herself somewhat drained. i don't have any magic remedies to get yer memories back, but i've got a lot of wife's wisdom, if ya need it.