Sun Mote Copse The end of Troy.

At first, Towhee didn't understand what Phox meant. He should never have to go looking for orphans; he could reproduce successfully. But then he dropped the bit about crushing on Niamh and her mouth fell ajar. She felt so many emotions in the following thirty seconds that Towhee couldn't possibly name them all. One, however, rose prominently to the surface of the strange mixture.

She grinned at him, smugly. "I told you so." Yeah, so her timing had been off back then but she'd still been right in the end! "What's my prize?" Towhee affectionately punched Phox's shoulder. "What secret?" she wondered absently but didn't give him a chance to answer. "I ship it, in case my opinion means anything. I think you two would be great together."

There was an elephant in the room all of a sudden and it wasn't really Towhee's style to ignore such things. "And," she said after a pause, "you guys would make great parents." She felt those same emotions from a moment ago, stirring inside her, and they included some fear, envy and jealousy (because those last two were totally different things), not to mention heartbreak. But she was genuinely happy too, as her soft smile and tapping tail demonstrated.