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Towhee blinked down at the rabbit, trying to ignore the churning in her gut. She wouldn’t eat it but she would definitely see if Jack or Leo was interested. Her son in particular nearly never denied free food.

She didn’t know what to make of Tamar’s question. Was it literal or philosophical? She shrugged in response, wincing when it inevitably made her reopened wounds protest.

Then the Morphe said something which properly distracted her. The way she tipped her chin when she requested it brought a tiny smile to Towhee’s lips. Someone showing interest in “her” language never failed to please the Redhawk.

-“Of course. I don’t use it often enough, if Leo’s terrible signing is any indication,”- Towhee replied, signing as well as speaking aloud. -“I was hoping to change that here. I want to do, like, formal classes. I was thinking weekly to start.”-