Sun Mote Copse The book is on the table.

Towhee lifted a brow when Wraen told her it wouldn't be her problem but chose not to comment. She still slept near Phox and the kids nearly every night and didn't see that stopping anytime soon. She supposed it was possible that her brother and Niamh might want to steal away, especially during the honeymoon phase, though assuredly she wasn't going to be free of his nighttime gas forever just because he was getting hitched again. And Towhee wouldn't want it any other way, of course.

Wraen brought up Towhee's godparents and she focused astutely on the leader's lips even as her mind wandered back to her conversation with Finley not so long ago. She doubted her aunt felt any differently now, with Sugar gone again and everything else. Despite the Sovereign's surety and how broken Finley had looked that day, Towhee silently hoped they would decide to try again, maybe one final litter before retiring from that particular duty and enjoying their golden years in peace.

The mercenary stiffened when the topic changed again, this time to Arcturus. Her head cocked at the mention of Niamh, her lips parting as if to ask a question, though Towhee thought better of it. Her gaze grew speculative as it weighed on Wraen's face, wondering why the Sovereign would choose to bring up this particular point of contention. Towhee certainly would've been fine never thinking about him ever again.

"Are you two pals?" she guessed offhandedly. She remembered waking up the night after Wraen's attack and accusing the she-wolf of being involved with Arcturus. Towhee wondered again now, though she didn't say that outright. She did say, with a smug twist of her lips, "Do you drive him crazy?" She was the queen of the Firebirds, after all.