Sun Mote Copse The end of Troy.

She expected to cry, to weep, even, but no tears came. Towhee did quiver a little as she smashed her face against the familiar warmth of her brother's neck, though when she withdrew some moments later, her face was entirely dry. A breath shuddered out of her and there was misery etched into the lines of her face as she looked at his, trying to gauge Phox's reaction to this information.

He looked chiefly concerned, like all he wanted to do was help and probably didn't know how. "Do you remember when you told me I'd always have a place with you, right after we moved to the grove?" Towhee queried softly, her voice a little choked up despite the lack of tears. "I want you to know how much that meant—and still means—to me. And I hope it's still the case. I know you don't have anyone right now and that when you do, she'll be your kids' mom, but... I'm really glad you gave me the opportunity with Fig and Fen." She sniffed. "And, I mean, no pressure, but I really hope you do have more. Even if it's not the same, it's..." It was as close to motherhood as she would come and Towhee would take what she could get.