Bearclaw Valley Accepting limits

towhee, blissfully unaware that her companion has seemed to have realized his mistake, only finds his furrowed brow a little out of place. she offers a small, curious bird-like tilt of her head — a habit perhaps subconsciously picked up from observing ghost's mannerisms.

she watches as he adjusts his steps and turns his face towards her so that she might read his lips. she reads that he speaks of quiet borders and that nothing appears out of place.

and while towhee could attempt to sign ptero when walking ... a) it would not be effective, probably and b) she assumes generally that he does not know how to read it. of course, things had to be learned somewhere. still, this did not feel like the time or place.

her scarred shoulder rises and falls, accented by a low chuff sort of a noise to communicate that she was unbothered by a calm patrol. in her mind, it did not have to be exciting to have been productive.