Cernunnos smiled at him. "go to you mate. you need someone to comfort you and i'm afraid i'm hrdly in any shape to do so." he admitted softly. Cernunnos was just hurting too much. he had lost a son, his daughter had been hurt, his closest friend Sith had lost his kits and now his brother in all but blood was never going to fully recover. it was a wonder Cernunnos hadn't succumbed to depression or anything. " Depression in the Fey was a very serious affair after all. "as far as we know, Tatiana was never pregnant." Cernunnos admitted. "then again, she disappeared fairly quickly, you could be hers, though there are eyewitness accounts of the maid racing off with you." he admitted. "we all just assumed, what with what happened, that the Maid was your mother. if Tatiana is indeed Oberon's soul mate, it would make a lot more sense that she was your mother." he admitted. "The Maid was, very assuradl, pregnant as well... i'll keep looking into it, we have to be sure." he admitted. "with Oberon out of her clutches, her reign over the Seelie court will die a swift end." he admitted. "so if she attacks, we only have to deal with the unseelie, and we are more than capable of handling them." he admitted.
He sniffled a little, struggling not to cry. "he really did love us. he gave us up to save us and i've hated him my entire life." he whispered, shaking his head before he offered her a fragile smile. "i just... i was never good at handling things like this." he whispered. "i was always terrible at emotions and i just don't know... what to do." he admitted, watching her. "what am i supposed to do?"