Northstar Vale so the hollow's low on grapefruits.

It took Liffey a while to notice she was being followed. When eventually Titmouse grew too tired to be discrete, the girl was quick to turn and spy him almost dragging himself along behind her. She stopped and frowned at him, wondering what he was so out of breath for. He hadn't been himself since the bear attack and this whole actually being worn out thing was another of those new quirks. As much as she hated Titmouse's former obnoxious personality, this new one was just plain wrong.

"Hey Screech," Liffey called to him, "You exploring the new place too?" She had no idea he'd been following her for a while now, otherwise she might've understood a little better what had exhausted him.