Sun Mote Copse This mess is a place

@Towhee!

It was late morning by the time Phox woke. He leaned over to find that Figment and Fennec had gone off for the day, as they tended to do, but Towhee was still laying nearby. The Redhawk smiled, then he remembered what had happened last night with Niamh. Immediately a sour taste invaded his mouth. Since Towhee was looking off somewhere else, he (gently!) shoved her shoulder.

-I talked to Niamh last night,- he said, the unease clear in his body language as well as his tone. -She's not happy with me. I don't think anything's going to happen with her. Like, ever.- Phox wooshed out a breath, his shoulders slumping. It was a huge disappointment, but he wasn't going to wallow in it forever. He'd done enough of that in his lifetime.