Northstar Vale The awkwardness of broness

What was he doing here? Was he visiting Meadow? Towhee vaguely remembered someone—Maxim, maybe, or one of the kids—talking about an incident with Reyson recently. But she had been feeling too poorly to really remember any details.

Now the man himself appeared before her, right after Maxim materialized behind her. Towhee blinked and remembered, Right. She probably shouldn’t have called out to Reyson at all. She’d just been so surprised to find him here, she hadn’t thought before opening her mouth.

Now it opened and shut again as Reyson made some casual quip about the goatskin. He didn’t offer any explanation about his presence, which threw Towhee momentarily. She glanced over at Maxim, who didn’t seem concerned. He was their friend, though the situation was still odd.

Actually, it has some questionable stains on it now, so we’d love another, Towhee drawled. And not that I don’t appreciate the offer but, uh, what are you doing here? Did I miss something?