Heron Lake Plateau who's saying nothing about as loud as she can.

The mercenary smiled faintly at Finley's rejoinder, her orange eyes squinting when her godmother followed the quip with a point-blank question. Towhee's gaze cut away for a moment as she tried to collect herself. Don't be an asshole, she coached herself for a solid fifteen seconds before facing her godmother.

"No, I don't hate you. I could never," she said on another exhale. "I hate that you left though. I don't understand your choice. I know you explained it, kind of, but... I still don't get it." Towhee shrugged, feeling the heat of anger prickling under her skin but trying to contain it. "Especially the timing. Have you talked to Tegan?"