Heron Lake Plateau Mistakes have been made, run

Hehe, it's all good!

She was pretty adept at reading body language and she could see the tension in Rye's body. She wondered about it, though it quickly became clear why he was wound up. His wording threw her for a moment, though she quickly realized what he was asking. Towhee felt amused, then sad, then mad, then resolute in turns.

"Yeah, I gave birth to a dozen. Where have you been?" she jested, trying her best to quash her feels. She let that hang a beat, then shook her head. "Nah, man. You don't have to worry about that." Towhee didn't exactly feel like elaborating; she hadn't actually told anyone of her suspicions about her fertility. It was her secret burden, mostly because she still wasn't quite sure how to feel about it.

"I guess I should apologize," she thought aloud after another beat, "I wasn't really myself that day. I had a good time and, uh, sorry about... that other guy," whose name she couldn't even remember. She had never seen him again after their bang. What a shame. He'd been the only one to truly push Towhee's buttons.