Broken Antler Fen brass devil

That can help too. Food and company can do wonders sometimes. It was a good idea, and it would help him to feel useful and burn off some energy in the interim too. Having anxious kids hanging around likely wasn't helping much, and maybe Bridget was even helping by putting them to work. She had a good internal chuckle at the thought.

Probably what Towhee needed was to talk to one of her more trusted friends in the adult-sphere, and Bridget was sure someone out of that little welcome committee she'd encountered would do the job. Short of Fennec, the rest of them had seemed fairly decent. Bridget didn't say as much to Caracal though because some things, she figured, a kid really didn't need to take on. She didn't want to imply he wasn't up for the job, but she didn't imagine Towhee would hand it off to him regardless. (And sincerely hoped not.)

If you do, and you feel like it, tell her I said hi. Alright? But I'm sure you'll have it handled and she'll be back at full force in no time. Whether you like it or not. She tacked on that end note with a slight teasing tone and a smile. The fact that he was here unaccompanied was a hint at how much freedom they had right now. She recognized it well and had taken more than enough advantage of it to turn both her parents white.