Of course none of the things that would come from the Nemeton would be good. Because that would be nice and goodness knew that Beacon Hills didn't do nice. No, Beacon Hills liked to make everything difficult. Or that's how it seemed. Maybe it was the fire, or maybe it was Uncle Peter, who knew. Whatever the case, nothing good came from Beacon Hills. And the Nemeton was just adding to it because now they were stuck there. And that was even worse, not even having the option to leave if they wanted to.
The mournful look was noted, but it was gone before anything could be said, assuming one could even come up with a retort. Which Cora couldn't. This wasn't him just leaving her behind to go somewhere she couldn't. A kick to the shin or tulips didn't make it better. He killed Laura and then turned McCall into a Werewolf and who knew what else. It was far different and so she let it slide because how was she supposed to reconcile that? He was her uncle, yes. And family had to stick together. Nor did she want anything to happen to him. But trust? Cora didn't know anymore. Yes, he had been by her side while in a coma. She vaguely recalled him sitting with her in the hospital but everything from that was such a haze. But it didn't change what he had done, either.
"Lovely."
Scowling in annoyance, Cora leaned backwards on the swing, keeping her grip on the chains so that she didn't fall and let the sun hit her face. It wasn't really even refreshing or calming, it was just something. She used to love the park and swing, jumping from the highest point. Now she just held onto the chains.