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Nightjar wanted to look after the meal himself, it seemed, and Fox wasn't going to argue with him on that. Her son settled in, then, and Fox relaxed onto the ground as well, content to lay in easy silence until Peregrine woke up. It seemed, though, that was not to be. Nightjar mentioned something about Dud being like him, and Fox cocked her head to the side in mild confusion. "Like you?" she asked, wondering what he was talking about. As far as she knew, Nightjar could see out of both eyes.

"Did something happen to your eye?" Fox asked, struck with concern that Nightjar had managed to get into some kind of trouble recently. Or was he having headaches like his father? Fox tried to look at his eye more closely, but from this distance, she couldn't see anything immediately obvious. Then again, Peregrine's eye looked just as normal as ever. Could it be something that had been passed on to Nightjar somehow?