I'm here to make the understatements

“You’ve got the trying thing down pat” He promised, offering her a small smile. She tried, and tried, and tried. Her determination had thrown him back into the land of the living. It kept her kids sane, and the pack together. Ulric might be its head now, but Sirius had no doubt whatsoever that Tamsyn was its heart.

When she lifted her head again, it was to frown at him. He mock-frowned back at her, until she started to speak, and he understood what had put it there. He felt… guilt. He knew what she was saying. They were the adults, and they shouldn’t force their kids to be their counselors. He thought of Asla, holding everything together while he fell apart. Yeah, he got it. “Then I’ll be your sounding board. If you could say anything in the world, what words would you want to throw out there right now?” He asked her softly. Seating his rump against the earth and facing her.

She had been there for him, no doubt, no hesitation, she had just… been. Now it was his turn. Whatever she needed.

"Speech"