Sun Mote Copse he went galumphing back

Fig watched her reaction in silence, feeling awful every second he stood there doing nothing. He knew there wasn't anything he could do to prevent her pain. It was inescapable, unless he figured out some way of bringing Finley and Elwood back from the dead. Death was hard. He'd been fortunate to be merely a bystander to it so far in his lifetime, but he saw the way it damaged those it affected more deeply. He hadn't learned yet how best to help others combat their grief, and while his own was truly quite small in comparison, he knew how he helped himself hold it at bay.

He gave her a moment before he broke the silence to offer some consolation, meager though he knew it was. "From what we could tell, they went together," he said softly, "During the night. We found them a little ways outside of the borders, lying side by side. It just looked like they went to sleep and didn't wake up. They didn't suffer, and they had each other... at the end."