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Rye stepped forward and Towhee imagined he offered his help, though she was too dazed to look at him. Her glassy eyes remained fixed on Eljay, who confessed he didn't know the cause of the fight. He didn't mention Reyes's condition or location, which didn't bode well. Instead, he commanded Towhee to keep Niamh warm, then stood up to fetch some herbs. She could only blink dumbly at him.

Something made him stop in his tracks. Towhee's eyes finally tore away from him and dropped to Niamh. Was she waking? The Sovereign's gaze lifted back to Eljay, before bouncing to Rye. Just looking at him standing there, looking both determined and lost, made the horror of her own morning rush back.

Since the medic was still standing there, the Sovereign seized her chance. "Eljay," Towhee said, her voice brittle, "can you get me something too? Um." The words were hard to say, yet she forced them out. "I miscarried. I'm pretty sure I'm still bleeding." And there was a lot more to it, though words failed her after that.