The Sunspire As long as you are funky at heart

To say it was a "bad time" was maybe the understatement of the year, and the corner of Phox's mouth turned downward, thinking of young Leona. He wasn't quite sure he wanted to pour his heart out to a near stranger. Not because it wouldn't be cathartic, but more because he didn't want to trauma-dump all over her. Perhaps there was a balance he could strike.

There was an unexpected death in the family, he said, I really can't stay too long, but I felt like I at least had to come find you. She had sounded a bit lost, after all. Phox shifted his weight from one front foot to the other.