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

Towhee's insides twisted as Finley answered her question. She couldn't quite put a finger on the feeling (and would have rejected it as the fear of missing out, which was it exactly). She drew in a steadying breath, trying to quell the resentment that curdled bitterly in her throat before she replied to her aunt's query.

"Not that great," she replied honestly, shrugging a white-streaked shoulder. "It feels like a ghost town. It feels a bit like everybody bailed. I'm still coming to terms with it." That was simply the bald truth of it. She thought of Niamh and flung it away just as quickly, not wanting to dwell on that particularly stinging betrayal at the moment.

"Want to go find Tegan?" she offered.