Sun Mote Copse Hit your heart.

The leaf made Towma feel better! That was as good as any healing to Alyx, who grinned widely. Knew they magic! she exclaimed in ptero, exaggerating her movements even more than usual to convey her excitement. Towma admitted that she had no idea if they had any other properties, but before Alyx could think on her suggestion to ask Eljay about it or respond, Quetzal zoomed back onto the scene with an absurd number of items crammed in her mouth, distracting her.

They tumbled out like a small landslide, each item worse than the last, in Alyx’s prim opinion. She could appreciate the bone, but the splintery stick was met with a grimace of disapproval, and she visibly recoiled when she spotted the—

What the hell even was that thing?!

Ew, Q! she hollered, prancing on the tips of her toes. Smelly! At least Towhee seemed to appreciate her twin’s unorthodox gifts. She arched up on her toes a little when Towma brushed her head with her nose, then sidled up to Quetzal, careful to avoid the decomposing voodoo creature she’d procured. She beamed again when Towhee said she was feeling better, unaware that emotions were a spectrum and not absolutes. "Better" to Alyx still meant 100% better, not a little better. Wanna play? she asked, including her twin for once, which could only be a regret in the making.

The only games Quetzal knew, according to Alyx, were the filthy ones.