Sun Mote Copse Mirror, mirror on the wall...

Niamh accepted her post too, her own expression somber when Towhee glanced over to catch her answer. It was really no wonder, what with her relationship with Phox on the rocks. It occurred to the mercenary, then, that Niamh might think she was angry at her. They hadn't exactly parted on great terms the last time. She considered saying something, but before she could, she saw Wraen's lips moving again so she returned her attention to the Sovereign.

"Thanks, Wraen," Towhee said, still businesslike, though she caught on to the leader's discomfited body language and realized she must've expected more enthusiasm from both of them. She couldn't muster up the energy to feel bad about it right now, though she did force herself to say, "The timing's good." Towhee paused, gearing up to share the painful information with the other two women. "When I was visiting Frosthawks the other day, I had Rave check and we officially don't have to worry about any bastards," she mused darkly, her expression giving away her pain.

She licked her lips, glad to get that over with, and gave them a moment to process what she'd said before announcing, "Anyway, I don't really want to talk about it right now, or even think about it, so I'ma go do some leaderly shit. I'll catch you both later." Towhee glanced at Niamh, then at Wraen, saying, "Thanks again," before turning to leave.