A study is created for dad to live in, branching off of Buddy's room. She starts burying the body in the meantime, not exactly happy about it. She says she understands why the void wants to hide this from the others, but does make a point of saying that she's going to tell them whether you like it or not. You can't just go dropping that kind of revelation in without teaching the others about it, she doesn't know enough about it to tell them herself.
The other TCPs aren't nearly as direct about their concerns, but Dad doesn't seem to care about offending the void either way. Her voice is rumbly and deep, sounding vaguely like a truck on a freeway- abstract sounds, similar to Primus' whistling and Buddy's metal grinding.
Dad suggests a sitdown with all of the TCPs, herself included. Somebody's gotta talk to all of us about this death thing, she says. How we deal with death is how we deal with life, and if the void keeps handling death like this, we tiny cat people are gonna have a terrible tiny cat life.
She wraps up burying the body, throws the shovel aside and goes to grab the rubber caps left by the tree. If you're going to keep talking about doing things, she says, she may as well help speed things along.