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Once again, Fen's response gave her pause. She couldn't really remember, honestly, but she also didn't think it was actually relevant. Towhee sort of understood why she would compare herself to her brother, though she also wished she wouldn't. The situations were like comparing apples to oranges anyway.

It was impossible to detect her daughter's tone, though there was an air of impatience Towhee could pick up on despite her deafness. Fennec could be a little irascible at times, though something felt decidedly off about this conversation. Her insides tightened a bit again. Something was amiss, though she couldn't guess what and it seemed Fen wasn't telling.

"Okay," Towhee said slowly, taking a moment to consider saying anything else. But she simply couldn't ignore the niggling. "Are you sure everything's alright? You seem..." What was the right word here? "Testier than usual," she eventually decided, reaching out a paw to touch Fen's pale shoulder to show she meant well by the question.