Haunted Wood Grim, grinning ghosts.

No, Towhee, do not apologize, she almost laughed, but still could not. She shook her head and took a step closer to Towhee. I appreciate this, and you, more than you will ever know. And, she drawled, I know of at least one eligible Moonboy, who is not subject to my own bylaw any longer, she hinted. It would be nice to... to know that at least one of them... the rest she could not finish. She wanted her youngest brothers to have a good life, but it seemed rich with self-inflicted tumult (of which Hydra had no fault in, if one asked her). A life with Towhee, indirect or direct, was far from the worst thing.

In fact, it was the best thing. And Arcturus did not do betrothals in any event, she was now well aware. Maybe he just needed to get laid, and then, then he would realize he was all wound up about her for no reason at all other than his own seasonal stress. Ying had not chosen him, or Revui—the timing of it... 

Oh, he definitely needed to get laid. Several times over. But would Towhee approve?