Northstar Vale can't talk, got a beat in my headphones

Towhee's words drew an amused sigh from the healer, particularly at the mention of only resting for a week. She bit her tongue for the moment—bemusement in her eyes as they trailed from the woman’s back to her eyes, now looking at her with something that seemed akin to her own amusement. 

Youre not a stop and smell the roses kind of girl, are you? She was going to be a handful somehow—Meadow could feel it. 

Instead, Towhee seemed all too eager to change the subject to Reyson. Her heart murmured at the thought—Reyson, who was probably in Akashingo now. Doing who knew what. With who knew who… and all the what’s and who’s. And with all of this uncertainty, she certainly didn’t want to draw any attention to their relationship. 

But Meadow wore her heart on her sleeve and her poker face was practically non-existent when she tried to deadpan a response, as if forgetting Towhee wouldn’t hear the change in tone. 

He’s one of the first I met when settling into Epoch, she offered, studying Towhee for a moment. Are you both close?