Heron Lake Plateau Driving through the dark, far as we can go.

Towhee seemed to give pause to Ceara's question, but she was grateful when the Beta settled on her answer.  While she didn't want to butt in on her time to grieve, she didn't feel like she'd gotten to know Towhee very well (which if she knew anything about Towhee, would not have been surprising).  

With a delicate bouquet in her mouth, Towhee's only method of conversation would be Ptero.  Ceara dreaded it if only because she didn't want to look stupid or inconsiderate, and learning another language was not high on her priority list (and she wasn't very good at it, to boot).

But it looked like they'd be trudging through an entire body of water anyway.  She laughed, paused at the water's edge and followed Towhee through, and as she reached dry land she gave a short nod to Towhee, signing what she thought was -go- and speaking ahead, because she didn't know the full thing and she wasn't like, commanding Towhee to go.