Sun Mote Copse Along the skyline

Towhee wasn't sure what to say. She wasn't the type to offer platitudes, so she wasn't going to give Niamh empty reassurances. It didn't help that she hadn't really realized that her sister-in-law didn't feel close to her grown children. That would explain, in part, her misgivings about her younger three. She wondered what had put a wedge between Niamh, Bronco and Nellie and could only deduce that it likely had much to do with losing Colt. And there was nothing for it.

-"That's hard,"- Towhee said eventually, lips still twisted into the thoughtful frown that had taken over her face a moment ago. -"Everyone makes it out like parenthood's this wonderful thing... and it is... but it's also tough as hell,"- she mused in a quieter than usual timbre. She paused before adding, -"'Course I'm going to ask after you, you're my Person,"- in an offhanded sort of way. Towhee felt like it had been a while since they'd tossed around that term and there was no better time than now to revive it, if only to remind Niamh that she had a confidante.

That made her think of Phox again. He was the primary figure in Niamh's life, of course, and again she wondered about his take on all these matters. Rather than ask the golden Regent, Towhee decided she would just have to talk to him at some point, after she hunted down Fennec. Hopefully the two of them wouldn't have to referee, though they ought to be on standby just in case they could facilitate with reparations between the two blondes.