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Part of Niamh was frightened that Raven would deny them from taking Screech down, but she didn't feel happy either when their wish was granted. She simply felt...Cold. Cold and angry. She nodded to Towhee, to confirm again that she would go with her, and looked to Quixote, who seemed conflicted about what he should do...But he looked exhausted, and would be better off staying with Raven, or so Niamh felt. She needed someone she trusted to rely on while they were away, and there was no better wolf to look after Raven than Quixote. 

Towhee mentioned bringing X, which Niamh appreciated, given that he would make an excellent eye in the sky if they couldn't track him down. She had previously mentioned Colt, and she glanced to Towhee, impressed that he had been one of her choices. Tegan seemed an odd choice, as Niamh already had a rough idea of exactly how thrilled he'd be to go on a mission to kill someone...It simply didn't seem like something Tegan would do, ad part of her wished that Tegan would refuse- so that he wouldn't see what was going to happen, and stay the same. She needed someone to stay the same...And while she didn't want for Colt to see her the way she currently was, she wanted someone to lean on as well, and someone strong just in case Screech went feral on them. 

Towhee moved to leave, and Niamh turned to pick up the rabbit she'd brought earlier, and brought it over to Raven; she'd catch up with Towhee in a moment. Gently, she lay the rabbit down at her alpha's feet and paused. She knew how hard it would have been for Raven to agree to the death sentence for Screech, and she hoped that Raven knew that Niamh understood that pain. She looked up with an expression that was slightly troubled, but empathetic. "I'm sorry, Raven," She said, tone implying that she was sorry about several things. A touch of her previous frailty returned for a moment, but she fought it back. "You...You were right about him. But...He won't hurt anyone. Not anymore." She vowed, and touched her nose to her alpha's cheek, lingering there a moment and willing herself to pull as much hurt and pain from Raven's heart as she could, if only such a thing was possible. When she withdrew, she bowed her head to Quixote, and trotted after Towhee, about to embark on a mission she knew she would never forget.