Lilisina had held her boys through their trials. Through the hardships when their relationships had taken bad turns, through the nerves of taking the one girl they knew was made for them as a wife, through the birth of their first children...and every one after that. Through sleepless nights at bed sides and tears when they felt like everything was going to cave in on them.

She was a mother after all. And she knew the tell tale signs, she'd seen him at the funeral, stoney-faced while his bother and sister wept at his side, Gideon's blonde wife, who was expecting now, sniffling behind her handkerchief. But the hardest to fall were always those who wouldn't let themselves. Her Brent was like that. Always so unbreakable.

Lilisina pulled Fabian to her, resting his head on her shoulder as she murmured little nothings to him. Telling him it was alright to let everything out as she ran a comforting hand down his back, Morti had gotten out of the chair and sat himself on the hand rest of the couch, patting the boy's blonde head like he had with his boy's when they'd been very young.

There were images filtering through Lilisina's mind of just how much he had gone through in the last few months. No child should have to deal with such things, and though she felt nothing but grief for this boy in her arms. Lilisina had never given Kibby much slack when it came to the way she dealt with things. Hurt hit her hard in her middle, and a dawning of understanding to her own actions.

Kibby's mother pulled the boy tighter, hugging him when he sputtered out more tears, his chest heaving. The pure, raw grief that ran through him was painful to witness, and had her own eyes burning a little as she looked over Fabian's shoulder to her husband.

Morti nodded, his hand dropping to the boy's shoulder to give it a squeeze. Lilisina would go back to pack Fabian's things, atleast get something together, it was all said with a look. She stood taking the boy with her and turning him into the extended arms of her husband, who'd pulled the boy against him.

"Fabian. It's alright." The gruff voice of Kibby's father was quiet in the room.

"It hurts, it'll hurt for a long time. But...it'll all be alright, M'boy." It was advice he had given many times over over the course of his years, to friends, to family. But he'd lost his parents, so suddenly and violently, only time would heal those wounds.

"You'll come with us. Stay with us for a few weeks, Fabian. You're parents wouldn't want you to be alone here, and your brother has already offered. Kibby's mother and I are in that house by ourselves with Kibby gone at school. You'll have lots of space and probably more quiet than you want to do your homework for school. I was a dueler in my day...I can work with you a bit on your want work if your interested eventually..." Morti pulled back with his large paw of a hand on the back of Fabian's neck.

"It'll do you some good to get some fresh sea air, home cooking, and being surrounded by people you know and know care about you. You know our home is practically yours, son. We adopted you a long time ago...and then K.B will be home for christmas if you decide to stay that long." There was a little pause and a frown on his face.

"If she decides to come home for Christmas."