Somehow in the war, through all this fighting, Tufkins managed to stay healthy and furry and large and when Tenran was near Liana, when they were both close enough, he flopped against Liana's chest and pressed his fat head against Tenran's beard and purring loudly and mewing and trying to soak up as much attention as he could.
When he was like this, Tenran kept close and briefly looked from the cat to Liana, to her eyes, and wanted to feel sorrow of the family they once had. Of the family they hadn't had. And he took time to carefully wrap her in his arms, pressing her face against his chest and cradling Tuffy as well. Tuffy meowed again, finally easing when he found a space between Tenran's neck and Liana's chest, resting his head just beneath her throat and purring there.
Tenran just held Liana to him, and he wrapped an arm around her side. "Liana, I'm sorry," he murmured, blinking hard. "I'm so sorry."