Redhawk Caldera Metanoia.

Bridget didn't seem to hold it against any of them, which was a relief. Towhee let out a breath, smiling faintly at the medic's assessment. She was definitely on the mend, though it would be a while yet before she was back to 100%.

"I've been sleeping for what feels like weeks on end but I'm still tired as fuck. And weak, to boot." She made a scoffing noise. "But hey, I'm alive," Towhee added, holding Bridget's eye, "thanks to you."

The mention of an apology rattled around in the Sovereign's brain for a moment before she said, "I heard Rue really had to play the diplomat because your pack mate was upset? Understandably. Is, ah, everything okay there?" She had heard about it from her Regents, yet she wanted to hear the other side of the story, at least by proxy.