Redsand Canyon ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

She glimpsed a swarthy figure out of the corner of her eye and raised her head, thinking it might be the healer. It was Maxim. Towhee frowned, her head whipping sideways when the medic herself materialized a moment later. She caught something about the tablinum.

I cleaned it as much as I could, the Redhawk muttered, trying to prepare herself for the long trek across the canyon, but… The joke—“your man must have a filthy mouth”—died on her tongue as Towhee sighed wearily.

She glanced at Maxim, offering him a noncommittal shrug. She didn’t really need his help. Towhee would just keep her weight off the wounded leg and hop like an overgrown rabbit. But she wasn’t opposed if he wanted to come along and provide moral support.