Foxglove had never been put in the position that Fable and Archon were in. Foxglove had never seen himself completely so enmeshed with someone - anyone - to consider having children. And the strain that such a loss would create would naturally fracture anyone. Adding the kids then, so quickly after - it had to be so much pressure on them both. Fox didn't know the more intimate details of how much they'd suffered or how lonely things had been - and if he had he would have felt a burden to shoulder because he'd been gone.

He didn't dislike Archon at all - even in the thick of Fable's heat it wasn't that he'd seen himself replacing Archon. He'd instead seen them both with Fable, like Aiti and Mama had been with Arturo before he was even born. It was also a cultural thing, he didn't see the same sort of competition from others - there was space for all and love was meant to be shared. Not everyone felt the same way, and Foxglove had never felt romantic feelings that he'd really pursued, but there had been the desire there. He couldn't, and wouldn't, have denied that.

Now there was a clear sort of division, and it had been a thing and Fox just knew it wasn't his place to put himself in the middle of it. All he could do was help and be a support, so he'd kept a watch on the kids, letting Fable and Shiloh do the heavy lifting since they were more familiar. Leaving the girls with Shiloh and Tiberii to watch over them had seemed to be okay - Fable didn't hesitate past making sure each of the girls had their own kisses, of course. When Fable explained seeing these strings of fate he was curious - the very notion that you could see a connection that way didn't seem impossible to him. Do you still see them? Fox asked quietly.

But her thoughts towards her siblings, about getting nieces and nephews, Fox had to laugh softly at that. Could he see his siblings as parents? Could he see himself even? Even with River he didn't know if he could be considered a father. He hadn't earned that yet, he felt.

His nose twitched as the heady scent hit him, and he followed her more confident steps. The tunnel enveloped them slowly and he couldn't help admire it - it was a beautiful bit of nature, his focus returning to her when she asked if he was seeing it clearly too. It was warmer! It was pleasant even! Foxglove gave a pleased little sigh, a shiver running down his spine at the change in temperature. It's beautiful. He said softly. Do you.....do you recognize it? Because Fox could not - it did not stop him at all from wanting to explore further.

He took a few steps ahead of her, tail swaying behind him. It smelled like life - like things were full of something heavy and potent, something he did not know the way that Fable did. What is that? He asked her, stopping to look back at her. It smells amazing!