Sun Mote Copse Like a phoenix.

When Niamh enthusiastically agreed, Towhee found herself feeling almost choked up about it. The disclaimer didn't burst her overjoyed bubble in any way. She understood what struck her as an entirely reasonable request and quickly reassured, "I can actually just stay here until they're born, then we can move in when you're ready." The Regent wasn't prone to gleeful outbursts, though a little squeal of excitement escaped her too.

She paused to duck her head over Meerkat and snuggle the baby ever so gingerly, mashing her cheek against that pale, velveteen fur, before looking up at Niamh again. "One big, happy family, literally," she mused before she finally acknowledged the rabbit. "Thanks for bringing this, by the way," she gestured lightly with the leg the tiny newborn was currently partially draped over, "though I insist we split it in half. How many you think you got in there?" she questioned, nodding toward Niamh's belly. More than one, that was for sure.