Redhawk Caldera Fevered Interest

His repetition didn't really do the trick. Towhee squinted, feeling her frustration mount. Her ears drew backward when she felt a nudge, her eyes cutting to Āzon. He offered up a translation and her brows rose. The Sovereign didn't know how he'd guessed she'd still needed it—maybe all it had taken was one look at her expression—but she appreciated it immensely. She would file away that kudos for later, while she proceeded to pull an even worse face at the contents of the translation.

She looked back to their guest and promptly said, "I don't have time for this. You need to leave." To Āzon, she added a silent look that he would hopefully understand: "Make sure he leaves." Towhee then turned to leave herself, literally lacking the bandwidth for such banalities right now.