Sun Mote Copse he went galumphing back

When she didn't speak, Fig broke the silence, answering a question Sugar hadn't even realized she wanted to ask. She shot him a grateful look, soothed by this information. Although losing them both was very hard, it was poetic. No, it was meant to be, of that Sugar felt certain. Those two went everywhere together, even into death, because they should never be parted. One without the other never would've made any sense and would've been somehow more unbearably painful.

"Thank you," she managed to say after a while, her voice very quiet. There were probably other questions to ask and Sugar had come here with things she wanted to say. But this had certainly thrown her off kilter, quite effectively shattering her schema as she knew it. I'm an orphan, she realized, the errant thought flicking through her mind like a winged barb, stinging and then gone.

"What about everyone else? Is Wraen still in charge?" The news she had brought might belong with her now that the intended recipients were all gone in one way or another. Sugar swallowed, throat still giving her trouble. "I only came to visit and tell them about things at Triquetra. But now..." Now, everything had changed.