stretching our legs

Unaware of Gruesomes approach until he had wrapped himself around her, she gasped in shock but smiled down at the larger twin. In a way, it felt good to be missed. She just wished she they didn't have to miss her, that she didn't have to go into quarantine in the first place. She could imagine how scared for Terror he was, as Terror often mumbled about Gruesome in their sleep.

It didn't really surprise her that Gruesome was calling Terror him. She suspected that there was something going on there but didn't press it or even mention it while he was sick. Instead she had tried to remain neutral in a way to prevent from offending them. Though if Terror preferred male pronouns, she wondered while he hadn't said anything. Perhaps she would need to instigate the conversation and put any fears to rest. Widow loved her children all the same, and who was she to tell them who they could and couldn't be... who they could and couldn't love?

"Terror is just fine, my love, don't worry," she said with a smile and turned to pull her growing son into a warm embrace. "Probably resting in the family den, I'd imagine," she finished, knowing she had told them to do exactly that but perhaps Terror was out looking for Gruesome instead. She wouldn't be surprised, honestly.

"Speech!"