Sun Mote Copse the fortune lady came along and walked beside,

Literally no more than ten minutes had passed since her confrontation with Wraen when something touched her back this time. Completely emotionally strung out at this point, Towhee whirled. She didn't bare her teeth, though a growl escaped her. Actually, it sounded a lot more like a rumbling whimper but she wasn't to know that.

Recoiling to put a few feet of space between them, Towhee just looked back at Arcturus. Her own face was wrenched with grief, face still damp and salty, nose runny, palms sweaty, mom's spaghetti, vomit on her sweater already. He looked like he was about to come at her just like Wraen, so she just stood there to take it, too emotionally spent to do anything else.