Redhawk Caldera Your words cut deeper than a knife

Peregrine had explained what had happened (or so Remedy assumes), and Fox had been horrified. While Haunter had not had any blood come out of his eyes, he had certainly suffered headaches and other strange anomalies Fox could not explain. Even with Ashton being back, she didn't feel any more at ease. As far as she was concerned, Peregrine was on his death bed. He'd been recovering at the rendezvous site, where Fox ended up spending most of her time after her most recent run-in with
"Starling." Peregrine was lightyears more important that some physical relationship, and Fox knew she couldn't abandon him at a time like this.

Her mate safely resting, Fox was sitting just a few yards away from him, content to watch the world and keep him safe. She immediately alerted to movement that came toward them, but quickly realized the movement was a non-threat: Nightjar. Her gaze and posture softened, though she did not sit down just yet. It amazed her how giant he'd gotten in such a short amount of time. He and his sisters were nearly their adult size, and it had been clear for quite some time that Nightjar would tower over her (if not Peregrine as well).

"That for Dud?" she asked, assuming as much. He had been spending just as much (if not more) time with Peregrine as Fox had. "He’s sleeping now, but I can watch it until he wakes up."