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In reply, Towhee simply nodded. That was enough for now. She wanted to hear Hydra's news before she offered up further details. For someone who couldn't actually hear, she liked to think she was an attentive listener. Her eyes latched onto Hydra's lips, drinking in every word she spoke as she regaled the Regent with her recent goings-on.

The bit about curbing heats struck her as extraordinary, though Towhee didn't interrupt to ask about it. Her lips curved at Hydra's good news. She anticipated the question that came next and steeled herself for it. It still stung a little, having to hash out this subject again and again, though Towhee didn't feel nearly as emotionally bruised about it by now.

"No, I can't have children of my own," she replied simply, "but it's okay. Phox and Fig returned, so I have them and Fen. That's all I need. And, one day, I hope they'll give me grandchildren." That was her buoy in this stormy sea, which had calmed a lot lately, though she knew big waves of grief would come now and again. "I'm happy to hear about your growing family and everything else. Sugar also turned up, though she's gone again now. She's living with family elsewhere." She doubted Hydra's interest in the matter went much further than that.

Speaking of nieces and nephews, Towhee almost forgot to add, "Phox and my friend, Niamh, are mates now. They're hopefully going to have a litter soon. I'll be an aunt many times over this season." Her tail wagged, her entire demeanor so much lighter than the last time.