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[fogsong]

[ Sharon offers a look of sympathy, and then opens the door to the burrow a little wider. ]

Wanna come in for some tea? Unless you need to get back to Donnie. [ Mommas gotta do what mommas gotta do. ]

[ruevealing]

I imagine he'll be grateful to be free of my hovering for a little while.

[Rue takes a step forward, hesitating just briefly.]

You're certain? Truly?

[fogsong]

Oh, come on. [ Sharon takes Rue’s feathery paw, pulling them inside before shutting the door behind them. The burrow feels warm and lived-in, and the air carries the rich, inviting scent of freshly baked treats.

She leads them to the kitchen, where the evidence of her latest baking endeavor is scattered across the counters—dirty dishes in the sink, a dusting of flour clinging to the stove, and a plate of cookies sitting temptingly on the table. Setting the kettle on, she grabs a pair of tea cups before casting a glance at Rue. ]

You're always welcome here, Rue. [ Emphatically. ] Even if I'm being pissy. If you come over, you're coming in.

[ruevealing]

[It's so silly, but Sharon's come on absolutely breaks the tension between them, Rue letting loose a trilling little laugh while they are tugged inside.

They quietly admire Sharon's home - the warmth, lived-in feeling of it all, how it feels so much like the young woman, just caring and lovely and always comforting.]

Then I supoose I'll simply have to invade your space more often, hm? Thank you, Sharon. Your friendship means so much to me. You are someone I can not imagine losing.

[fogsong]

[ Sharon sets down a row of carefully jarred teas for the owlbear to inspect, then settles into her seat. ] Don’t worry, Rue. You’re not losing me anytime soon. No one is—not if I have anything to say about it.

[ For all the griping she does about Folkmore, the truth is the good far outweighs the bad. She has no plans to go back to Trench—not now, maybe not ever. That life belongs to a different version of her. ] I’m... surprisingly fucking happy here. [ The words feel strange leaving her mouth, so she lowers her voice to a near whisper, like she’s sharing a secret. ]

[ruevealing]

[Oh, delightful! Rue will give a quick little inspection before making their choice, talons carefully wrapped around the jar.]

I feel much the same way. I am happier in Folkmore than I ever was back home in the fae realm. Though our ultimate goal is to leave for New York some day, until then, I'm quite content to remain here, thriving in this place.

[fogsong]

[ With the tea chosen and the kettle whistling, she pours water into each cup, then sets out milk, honey, and sugar. She reaches for the honey herself. The mention of New York catches her off guard. In hindsight, it makes sense, especially considering where her children were from, but it still surprises her. ]

I didn’t know you all planned to leave one day [ She pauses, stirring her tea slowly before hesitantly asking: ] Is that what he was trying to figure out?

[ How to get them to New York. ]

[ruevealing]

If I'm being perfectly honest, I would have no problem remaining here in Folkmore with them for the rest of our lives. But the boys have been missing their brother and their father for so many years now, and I would so happily follow them anywhere they went.

[The idea isn't as scary as it once was, but their love of their sons will push them to do just about anything.]

Yes. As foolish as he was and as cruel as his actions might have been, in the end, it was all for us.

[fogsong]

[ She knows what it's like to push the boundaries for the ones you love. Sacrifices are necessary. If only he'd asked... ]

We'll do crazy things for the people we love, Rue. [ Sharon knew they understood that, though. ] I'm gonna hate it if you leave you—when you leave. I really can't imagine this realm without you around.

[ruevealing]

[It helps that Sharon says that, even if Rue already knows. The reminder of just how much Sharon understands brings them so much relief.]

I don't want to even consider it just yet. Leaving you would break my heart. [But it doesn't need to be stated that they'll make that sacrifice for their children. If forced to choose, they would pick them even over their husband.]

Just know that if it happens, it will be years away. We have no intention of leaving just yet.

[fogsong]

I'm gonna hold you to that [ the warning comes out teasing. ]

[ruevealing]

[oh, that brings some of the shining warmth back to Rue's feathery face.]

I'll allow you to do just that. Because that is a promise I do not want to break.