Honeyed Pasture Look at all the stars they have fallen

As suspected, Fenn wasn’t thrilled by the idea. She didn’t seem to disagree though, or at least, she didn’t reject it. Fig’s lips tightened as he watched her, wishing there was some magic button he could just press to make things better. Hell, wishing he truly had the first clue as to what to do to make her feel better. But, he didn’t. He was woefully naive when it came to matters of the heart, full or broken. All he could do was think about what made things better for him when he was down and try that. Try anything. Just try.

”Is that what you prefer? For me to lead?” Fig asked, confused by her phrasing. He hadn’t been entirely settled on the idea of starting their own pack again. He definitely hadn’t considered leading it himself. But would that help? If she was supporting him, not the other way around?

A random idea popped into his head, and it filled him quite suddenly. ”What if we went home?” Fig asked before he spent any thought on it, ”Our first home. Where we were born. The plateau.” He didn’t know why it captured him, but it had. It owned him now, and whether they went there to settle or not, he suddenly felt overwhelmed by his desire to visit.