Redhawk Caldera Creature, hold your tongue.

He distracted her by refuting her counteroffer, which didn't particularly surprise her. Towhee wondered what that meant about the inferred formalities of their relationship, though all she did was shrug and reply, "Guess we'll each just keep our names then." But what about their kids? Her brow furrowed as she wondered what surname they should be given. Hers was already hyphenated; adding a third to it seemed absurd.

As he continued eating, Towhee paused and actually gave the whole notion some real thought. She couldn't imagine going by any other name than the one bestowed upon her by her parents and godparents. She'd worn it since birth. She shared it with her closest loved ones. It was the name of their homeland and their legacy. But what about Reyes and his heritage? She knew what Niamh had told her, though she was sure there was so much more to learn.

"Actually," the Sovereign found herself saying, "let me think about it." Towhee paused, running her tongue over her teeth. "Okay?" Towhee found herself reaching out again, always enjoying a quick touch. This time, her muzzle found the soft spot where his neck met his shoulder blade and she combed her teeth through the fur there.

Backing up a step, she pivoted and located her own meal, which she resumed eating. In between bites, she said casually, "I'd love to hear about your family and your history sometime, if you feel like sharing."