Dawn Treader Valley some people think it's a curse

towhee's failure smarts; lingering.

carefully, she studies the sandman's posture, relaxing her stiffened shoulders only when she does not note any sign of mocking or disappointment in her inability to catch a bird as well.

she looks beyond him to the oasis when he jerks his chin it its direction; her trust wavering. teetering on a familiar knife's edge. she doesn't know him, not really and her natural inclination for hostility — fight or flight ( of which was mostly fight ) kicking with the thrum of her heart.

but, so far, the sandman hasn't shown any ill will and she was hungry —

towhee offers a quick nod of her head, following him to the dream-like appearance of the oasis.