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She seemed at least somewhat put together, which was good. She didn't forgive him, but that was to be expected. She apologized, which was nice, but what good did that do them? If she didn't trust him, if she couldn't forgive him, how would this ever work? There were a thousand and one questions he had twisting through his brain, and none of them seemed appropriate to ask. There was, however, one thing he could say, which she had not been able to.

Apology accepted, he said, a light, somewhat sad smile playing on his face. Phox wasn't the type to hold grudges, and he would probably never truly understand those who did. It made life so much harder to keep all those negative emotions around. Learning from one's own mistakes and moving on had always paid out tenfold for him. He wondered if Towhee had whispered in her ear about this and that, but he didn't dare ask. His sister was the one who had suggested they give Niamh more time.

The Redhawk felt he should have said something else, but nothing else came to mind. Talking about "what ifs" felt too soon. He didn't feel like they could hop right back to playful banter like they'd been having a few weeks before. Maybe they would never get back to that stage, though he felt that largely depended on her actions more than his. He was reminded of what Towhee had said, that she thought Niamh was worth it if they could work through things.

So are we... okay? he asked after a long pause.