Luneshale Pass It’s time to kill the lights and shut the DJ down.

Soto’s arrival shoved thoughts of her mortality aside. The sight of him didn’t evoke the same fire these days, though Towhee still caught herself staring at him a beat longer than was socially acceptable. This meant she caught his own look at her leg, which she drew closer to herself. She wouldn’t use the word “self-conscious,” though she didn’t like anyone paying too much attention to her obvious vulnerability.

Ignoring the question implied by the cant of his head, Towhee asked simply, Bushtit?