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

It took a little while for Niamh to realize that Nellie wasn't just being regular teenage girl awkward around Phox, and perhaps the fog of her own hormones clouded her vision a bit as well, since all she could think about was that the moment Nellie left them, she and Phox could...You know...But for all the smootheness Phox thankfully used when speaking to her daughter, the way she responded wasn't exactly your typical teenage girl awkwardness. This was nervousness. For a moment, Niamh didn't quite get it- so she glanced at Phox who, it she remembered just then, had orange-ish eyes.

She was surprised by the thought and immediately brushed it off- but when Nellie practically tripped over herself getting out of the den, she considered the possibility again. Of course, she was well aware that at her age, Nellie would be having one hell of a time on the legs she'd inherited, and while some females were graceful from the get go...Nellie wasn't exactly one of those girls. She tripped, she fell, she got stuck- you name it. So her clumsiness was somewhat normal, but her sudden nervousness wasn't. 

And Niamh couldn't exactly figure out if Nellie meant for them- or, rather, just her and Phox- to go looking for deer right that moment, and that was why she was so eager to get out of the den, but Niamh stood and withdrew from the den's mouth, and stretched. She cast a quick glance to Phox, half inviting him to oggle her as she arched her back, but her side-eye would have been hardly noticeable. "You can go on if you want, Nellie," Niamh said, politely declining even though she wasn't invited, "But I think I'm due for a nap soon," She said...But then realized that it might seem kind of strange for her to then invite Phox to join her. Dangit. She couldn't, not while Nellie was there- and not when she'd literally just finished explaining sex to her. "Gonna get rid of that frozen rabbit taste though, first. Anyone else thirsty?" She asked. She couldn't exclude her daughter...But at least it was an opportunity for them to split up without her outright asking for it. It took her a second to realize that using the word 'thirsty' probably still applied to Phox, and that thought tickled her so much that she snorted, which she turn turned into a cough, trying to hide her mirth and pass it off as a dry throat, as she flicked her tongue over her teeth and lips, as though to indicate that yes, she really needed a drink.