Redhawk Caldera m-i-c-k-e-y m-o-u-s-e.

When she finally exhaled, a whine escaped along with her breath. Her legs felt a little jellylike as she began moving toward him, though if she wobbled, Towhee paid no attention. The instant she reached him, he reached out to her. She sagged into her son's embrace, mirroring him as she planted her own snout in his nape. As she took in his familiar smell, her breaths hitched. She shook a little.

Fig drew back after a moment and Towhee had to blink sudden wetness from her eyes as she stared into her eldest's. Finding herself unable to speak, the Sovereign signed, -It's so good to see you.- It had the sentence structure of a platitude, yet Towhee had never spoken truer words in her life. Figment couldn't magically cure her of all her ailments on the spot, yet his presence was an enormous comfort.

Please tell me you're staying, she thought desperately, though she managed not to beg out loud. Finding her voice, Towhee croaked as she said, -"Welcome back. Just visiting? Or here to stay?"-