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Nightjar grew suspicious, though not for the reason Wildfire officially feared. Her lips twitched in response to her brother's blank expression, followed by the subtle shift in his demeanor. He seemed quite ready to pummel Ashton for whatever he'd done to their father and possibly Wildfire herself.

"He's the medic, the one that assured dad he would regain his sight," she reminded him with another swish of her tail. "I'm pretty sure that's not going to happen," she added in a lower voice. "It's like your ear." They had never actively discussed Nightjar's handicap. Wildfire just knew, as if she recalled that day when she'd yelped in his ear and burst his eardrum. "It just doesn't work. He'll get used to it, though," Wildfire said optimistically, rolling her shoulders and trying not to think of the sting of her father's moody behavior toward her.

"Want to help me find him?" she asked in the next beat. She had other reasons for wanting to see Ashton, though she would let Nightjar think they merely wanted to pass along the warning.