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Something about the way Weejay wilted (subtly, though enough that Towhee picked up on it) reminded her distinctly of the girl's father. She licked her lips, thinking back on their recent conversation about Elfie. Now her lips pressed together as she peered thoughtfully at the young girl, nearly a yearling. At least she was coping with her brother's disappearance much better than Eljay, or so it seemed. Towhee wondered if Weejay held her responsible too, though it didn't seem that way.

"I can't hear but even I can tell you don't sound thrilled," the mercenary quipped. Not for the first time, she realized she didn't know her niece, like, at all. Although she did want to live up to Wraen's task, suddenly she realized she needed to back up a few steps. "Not a fighter, huh?" she guessed before cocking her head and asking, "What do you like to do, Weej? Can I call you that?"