Sun Mote Copse But if I can make it to the street

Phox had been spending some quality time with Towhee, just being there for her in somber silence as they grieved for the inability of her womb. It was Phox's loss too, in a way. When she'd been hopeful for children, he had been hopeful for nieces and nephews (ok, let's be real, daughters and sons). With Raven's diagnosis, however, that wasn't to be. Of course, Phox had other plans now, which boiled down to putting as many babies in Niamh as he possibly could.

Even that plan was thwarted when he arrived at Niamh's den to find Nellie chatting with his new lady beau. Oh, hey Nellie. Phox was oblivious to whatever they'd been talking about, and maybe even more oblivious to the fact that it might be awkward to waltz up to Niamh with her daughter right there. He had at least enough sense not to swoop in and pull Niamh away, although Phox was certainly having a hard time keeping his eyes off her as he raised his eyebrows in a "wanna go again?" look.