Redhawk Caldera And nobody cries, there’s only butterflies.

Absolutely not, Towhee said, tipping her snout toward Amalia herself. You’re not in the clear yet and we shouldn’t take any unnecessary risks, like tracking down strange dudes. I’ll check in with Killer about it later, don’t worry.

She blinked loudly at the question posed to her. Of course Towhee would be here. She’d said as much to both of them, ad nauseum. She wondered if her little foray had planted doubts in Amalia’s mind. She didn’t regret the trip, though she didn’t mind offering a little reassurance.

Of course I’ll be here, every step of the way. You’ll probably get sick of me, honestly.