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Before Phox even had a chance to squeeze in a word edgewise, Niamh launched into her version of the events.

"And when I told him I thought she might be dead" simply wasn't true. She'd been worried about Nellie, but she'd said nothing of death. Nellie wasn't incapable of living on her own at that age, even if it wasn't the brightest idea... but Phox held his tongue and kept his expression in check.

"But she's just a kid." Was she, though? When she'd been at the Frosthawks, she hadn't been just a kid. And Phox thought labeling her as much was probably unwise. Again, he held his tongue and let his expression remain neutral.

His expression softened when she continued, and he reiterated a few things he'd touched on previously. -Which is why I apologized, Niamh. You never told me you thought she was dead.- Merely missing. -It was a mistake, and I've admitted that. You rejected my apology, remember?- Now he was a little flustered, but he managed to keep himself simmering rather than boiling.