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Fig's eyes trailed over to Fenn as she sat down nearby. He wished she would've sat next to him, for some reason. Phox hadn't said a word yet and he still inexplicably felt like he needed back up. He huffed gently to release his anxiety and looked back at their father.

His brows knit into a frown at the question posed. Did he remember Camilla? Fig knew, of course, that Towhee wasn't actually his mother. He'd been so young when they'd lost their birth mother, though, and he'd never really felt her absence at all thanks to his aunt. Man, it's weird calling her his aunt. Maybe that was telling enough in itelf how he felt about his familial circumstances.

But that wasn't quite the question, was it? "Not really," he said after a moment of thought. There was something vague there. Not really a memory, but more of a feeling that he couldn't really describe, so he didn't try.