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When Hydra mentioned Alya, one of Towhee's ears splayed. She couldn't imagine choosing not to have children, so she wondered about the delay. It was none of her business, ultimately, so she didn't ask. Her lips twitched into a sympathetic smile when her sister-in-arms drawled on about educating the youths in Moonspear, though they just as quickly twisted into an empathetic frown when Hydra mentioned her parents' absence. Towhee remembered that they had died not so long ago. They were both orphans now, technically, a title even an otherwise mature adult never embraces easily. The Regent reached out again, touching her nose to Hydra's earlobe.

Hydra's question might've teased a smile from Towhee if not for the fact that, yes, she'd had many men; and none of them was a serious option; and that included Hydra's own brother. She paused, wondering if Hydra even knew about it. She probably didn't and it was almost definitely better that way. Towhee's tongue ran over her teeth as she contemplated having this secret between them. She didn't like it and might have confessed just to make sure there was nothing off limits in their sisterhood, except that she didn't want Hydra to turn on Arcturus. She may not think much of him but she didn't want to risk destroying the siblings' relationship for no reason other than a clean conscience.

"I've had many men," Towhee eventually said, forcing a smirk though her eyes were careful on Hydra's face, "but no one serious. I don't know, I'm just not interested in romance. And I don't care for sex either, except when I'm in season." Her shoulders rose and dropped in a shrug. "I'm happy this way, for the record. I don't feel like I'm missing out on anything. But, tell me," she continued, eyes sparking with a little genuine mischief now, "what's it like, just boning one man again and again and again? I wouldn't know." She finished by batting her eyelashes innocently, then braying a very unattractive laugh.