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Blue Willow rushed to her side, foregoing the opportunity for amusement to express her concern. Osprey's eyes narrowed, not because she was embarrassed but because she'd really come to dislike being called Osprey. She shook her head lightly, then realized how the Healer might take that—especially with the healing cuts on her brow—and opened her mouth to speak.

"I'm fine, I barely bumped it," she replied. "These scratches are from the other day, when I got attacked by some stupid birds." Junior's lips pursed. "And I don't like being called Osprey anymore, 'cause of them. It's just Junior now," she informed her aunt, trying to keep the impatience out of her voice. How could Aunt Willow have known?