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Towhee was perhaps more fluent in body language and expressions than most, and Ambrose's pitying look did not escape her notice. Her lips pursed, though she quashed the anger that bubbled beneath the surface. She knew he didn't mean anything by it, probably wasn't even aware of it. Although she had relinquished leadership in an acknowledgement that her bum leg was an issue, she was still capable and would make a point to make sure not just Ambrose but every member of Redhawks knew it.

"For me, too," Towhee quipped, a faint and good-humored smirk turning up one corner of her mouth. She wondered if he'd get the joke, taken by surprise when Ambrose went on to sign something to her. Towhee's brows rose, though she smiled. -That's good. I can help you practice too, if you like.- "I can help you practice," she added out loud, just in case he didn't follow.