Ocean's Breath Plateau Don't tell Dad the babysitter's dead

Towhee’s body ached all over, the cost of hauling poor @Massaraq the other day. She didn’t regret helping him, of course, but she hadn’t realized she would pay for it with all this soreness and stiffness days later. Even a long “yogurt” session this morning didn’t really do much to relieve it.

She stood not far from Rodyn’s den, rolling her shoulders, when Rolayne appeared with a stick. Maybe he was too focused on the stick to notice her or she’d become such a fixture these past few days, she didn’t merit any more acknowledgement than a houseplant. Towhee’s lips twitched and she made no comment as the boy settled down to chew on his plaything.

Only after a while did she plod over to Rolayne, sliding into downward dog only to flop to the ground. Towhee let out a little sigh of pain as she eased onto one side, resting her weight on her elbow and shoulder as she peered at the youngster.

I feel like you beat the shit out of me with that stick while I was asleep. Did you? she teased.