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When you keep getting yourself hurt, lying around healing gives you a lot of time to think… and plot… and scheme, Towhee quipped dryly, a slight tick in her jaw.

She opened her mouth to mention plans for a second class: mercenary training. Of course she couldn’t conduct those lessons until she was back on her feet. But Towhee planned to spend most of her time on the sidelines instructing, so hopefully it wouldn’t be long.

Tamar posed another distracting question. Towhee’s mouth snapped shut as she felt an unexpected lurch of guilt. The two of them had made this fully informed decision together, yet she knew Maxim had made sacrifices. She reminded herself that her recent lapse in judgment was one thing but the incident with the cat—the actual event which had led to this move—had been anything but idiocy.

Yeah, she said, the muscle in her jaw jumping again, he did.