Redhawk Caldera We build the wall to keep us free

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Another day with the same routine passed, after other days which still had the same routine. On @Eljay's orders, Niamh remained either in the den where she could rest in the dark, or in the spot she'd shaped up just outside the den which was comfortable and soft, and had a good patch of sunlight through the majority of the day. She ate what she was brought, and was grateful for it. Until her leg had a chance to heal on the inside, she would have to wait, allowing the bone to remain as stable as possible so it'd heal without causing too much irreparable damage. She remembered, ruefully, the irony of the time she'd told Fennec "I still have three other legs," and how stupid it sounded now. No, three legs weren't enough. She wanted the full use of all four, or she wanted nothing to do with it at all. 

The only solace in the situation was having @Phox around. Ever since he had chased Reyes off, she found herself all the more respectful of him, and enamoured with him once again. He took care of her, and tended to her wounds, and had defended her without question. She hadn't felt pushed to explain what had happened, beyond stating the simple facts. She'd always known Reyes was a belligerent little shit who had insulted her before, but when he had approached with snarky insults, and then had attempted to posture in a way of patronizing her, she'd had enough. She would have used only whatever force was necessary to get the young man to comply with their rules and submit, but he had lashed out at her with a viciousness that was unexpected and uncalled for. 

@Towhee had not yet come to visit her, which Niamh took as a slight. She knew Towhee had her own reasons to want some space, but she also found that it left a bad taste in her mouth, being avoided. She'd weeded that little shit out of her best friend's life, which she believed was for Towhee's own good, but her friend, it seemed, was not even interested in checking in on her to see how she was doing. She couldn't be bothered. Towhee's absence was noticed, and it did not sit well with the Regent, who grabbed one of the sticks Phox had left her (knowing it was really the only way she could keep busy nowadays) and she began to gnaw away at it. It wasn't like Niamh could go and check in on Towhee- she wasn't allowed to walk, so she expected Towhee to be the one to visit. But days went by, and she saw no trace of the Sovereign. 

Only a few more days, she thought. Then maybe she could start exercising and as soon as she could, she'd limp her painful way to Towhee's hideout, if for nothing else than to make her feel guilty about not visiting her gravely wounded Regent as she recovered.