After sorting things out with the newly-elected leader, and now knowing what his next step was, Chan felt ready to lend some mental bandwidth toward sorting through his emotions. His heart ached, knowing that this was a moment he would have gone to his father for, were the man still alive. Tagg had always been his firstborn's chosen confidant, and turning to him had been second nature.
Thankfully, he was lucky enough to still have his mother. As much as he felt assured that she would understand him, having already blessed his wandering ways, there was still a kernel of fear festering inside of him. The thought of disappointing or hurting her, like he had Lila and Nash, genuinely scared him. The thought of keeping it from her, however, was far worse.
"Mom?" he called out as he neared, tracking her down by scent.