how long will it be cute, all this crying in my room

Though part of her knew they'd persevere through all this, as long as they had each other, another part of her felt so overwhelmed and alone, just like Finch. It felt a little bit better that they had each other, though it was hard to look at the bright side of anything through her own strangled sobs. Being able to let out some of her emotion made her feel a little bit better though, leaning hard into her smaller sister's shoulder for support, both physical and emotional as she let some crying she hadn't realized she'd been holding in.

"I feel like that too," she admitted softly. Being vulnerable and honest with her closest sibling felt natural to her, and it didn't feel strange to admit she felt just as clueless as Finch. "I feel like.. maybe we should've tried harder to learn from mom, maybe that..." Jay's voice faltered slightly. She couldn't blame her mom, nor her dad, nor anyone really- but it felt natural to grasp for where something had gone wrong. Why did she feel so clueless, so alone, when she wasn't even a yearling anymore? She should know more, should know what she was doing, how to cope with all of this.

Finch mentioned leaving, maybe as just a passing thought. Jay shrugged, partly wanting to discourage her from thoughts of leaving Avalon, but she couldn't deny her sister from dreaming, from wanting more, whatever that might be. "I don't know either. We could talk to dad, see what he thinks," she fumbled for an answer, for anything that might help, but putting more weight on their mourning dad seemed like it might not be the best idea either. "Whatever you decide to do you know I'll always support you, you know that right? You know we'll figure it all out," Jay sniffled hard, pulling away just a bit and using a paw to wipe some of the tears from her own cheeks.