Those had been dark days for them both, and Shortbeak was utterly torn with grief. Oftentimes, when she knew Amelia was safe, she would go off to be alone, somewhere dark and secluded, and just think. It had taken a while before Amelia spoke to her again, and when she did, Shortbeak felt her own heart break with the sorrow and regret in her voice. How she had sobbed into her shoulder when they embraced, and Shortbeak assuring her that it would be okay and that she would look after them both, like she always had. Amelia believed her.