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She chuckled under her breath at the inevitable mention of their altercation last spring. Towhee couldn't know how loud it sounded, though evidently it was noisy enough that it made Primrose stir in his sleep. Her gaze dropped to him and she smoothed a paw down his spine until the little boy calmed and went still again.

Attention returning to Wraen, Towhee thought aloud, -"If you or even Arcturus ever wanted to pass a message to her or, hell, even try to talk to her, I could always be the middleman, I suppose. And I'm no good at that shit, nor do I like doing it, so I don't make that offer lightly."-