Moonspear not all tears are an evil.

Through the close press of their chests, she could feel the telltale rumbling as Fig said something to her. Towhee gave him another squeeze, held on for a few seconds longer, then reluctantly drew back. This was the worst aspect of her deafness: she could never hold onto a loved one and talk to them at the same time.

I guess I got the whelmies a bit, she said to explain the tears in the corners of her eyes. I’m glad you’re here, Fig. You—wait, are you just visiting or have you come to roost too? Towhee added, blinking away the moisture.