Hideaway Strath Traust.

"Stay over there, sick lady," Rue joked, shaking her pelt out in a facetious show of warding Towhee away. "I know my magnetic scent is hard to resist, but I don't want to catch your curse." 

The kilonova's words registered, and Rue looked down at the sticky mess that still clung to her chest. "Damn it," she murmurred, annoyed that the river hadn't washed her pelt clean.

"Yeah, its... it's honey.." Rue answered Towhee's question distractedly, still frowing down at the mess. She looked up after a short pause, returning her full attention to Towhee. "Any ideas how to get rid of it? The river kinda let me down." 

Thank the stars Dingo hadn't shown up with Towhee, because he would probably have offered Rue a tongue bath on the spot. The man's fliriting provoked an odd combination of feelings within Rue-- like butterflies and cringey-ness all rolled up together-- and she'd rather not have to deal with that when she had (literally) such a big mess on her paws.