where do we go now

Geoffrey bumped Caelia's shoulder with his own as he arrived on the scene although the gesture lacked the warmth it should have possessed had the situation been different. He was uncharacteristically solemn. In truth he was still feeling a bit numb. It was hard to process your feelings when you couldn't even wrap your head around what had happened. Even though he'd known time was short with his mother Geoffrey hadn't really grasped what life would be like without her.

Was it weird that he had yet to cry? He felt guilty for his lack of tears, but it felt strange to cry over something that still felt so surreal. In a way, the distance between himself and tears that would come with true mourning was comforting. Almost like if he didn't acknowledge the grief the reason for it would remain distant and untrue. He couldn't cry; it was all a mistake. She would come back eventually.

That was a lie and hew knew it - he'd just helped bury her for heaven's sake - but it felt more plausible than the truth.

Caelia asked a question and naturally she asked it of Artur, the most leaderly of their litter. Geoffrey raised hollow eyes up to look at his brother as he too waited for an answer. It was a good question - one he himself had no answer for.