I don't know... I don't know...

Gossamer's stomach flipped as the door opened her mother answered. Her mouth felt dry. She struggled to swallow the lump in her throat as she searched for the words she wanted to say but they'd vanished as if they were never there. The tears welled up again and Gossamer opted for action over words, at least for now as she rushed forward and threw her arms forward, hoping to wrap them around her mother's neck and bury her face in her mother's fur. Right now she just wanted to be close. It would have the added benefit of hiding her tears, at least for a little bit.

When she got herself together she pulled away. "I heard the news… I wish it wasn't true. I wish there was something I could do. Please tell me there's still something we can do…"