"She did," Grandma replied, staring straight ahead of her. Grandpa, on the other hand, faced Nahla.
"I'm sure he understands," he said. "But he was the exact same way you are now when he came to the Great Valley. We were separated from Littlefoot and our daughter in an earthshake, and we thought both of them to be dead. Within a few days of us arriving here Littlefoot had found his way and reunited with us, but his mother never made it. After he told us what had happened, he was-"
"Stop it," Grandma interrupted, tears flowing freely from her eyes. She'd heard enough now. "Sorry, Nahla," she said, trying to stop herself from going back to the painful memories of the past. "I don't think I'm helping very much."