why

His hug would tighten, wrapping her up in a comforting embrace that she leaned into heavily pressing her head against his in a snuggling motion. He tried to comfort her, telling her that they did love them and that they were just lost….he thought. She frowned, what did that mean? What if they weren’t lost? What else could they be…Orca didn’t let death even cross her mind, not now. After a few moments, he would speak again, weaving a tale about her mother going to her homeland to help them from the bad people. She nodded slightly, brow furrowing, she wanted to believe it, she really did. It felt wrong though, something wasn’t right. Why would she leave without telling anyone? Why would she take Whittaker? He wasn’t special. He couldn’t help her.

He continued speaking, distracting her from her thoughts. Ears perked up as he finished talking though, “you mean they’ll come back?” Her voiced perked up, hopeful. She wanted them to come back, even if Whittaker was boring, she missed them. “I miss them.” She said as she sighed, settling in comfortable against her father.