Golden Glade Then I set fire to our bed

Towhee had stayed behind to collect any stragglers, which Phox was both thankful for and worried about. He knew she could handle herself, but it still didn't sit right with him. Niamh led them, and Phox followed, keeping an eye on the children as best as he could. Primrose, at least, kept close, but of course the girls were more rambunctious. When they finally arrived in the glade, Phox felt both a sense of relief and a sense of dread. He was glad that they'd made it, but he was also worried about what they might find when they got back to the copse.

He focused his attention on Eljay then, knowing he hadn't wanted to go. Not really. Hey, Eljay. How you holding up? he asked, coming shoulder to shoulder with his cousling. They'd never been particularly close, but Wraen had always seemed worried about him. Phox had even tried to track him down several times and just bro-out with him, but they never seemed to be in the same place at the same time.