Redhawk Caldera Sweet Cheezus

Yeah, of course, Towhee said a touch distractedly. Would you like me to call Killer?

Without waiting for an answer, she gently pushed herself closer to Amalia, offering a shoulder to brace against as she worked her way to her feet. It took some time, yet the Redhawk remained patient. And even if Mal didn’t need to lean on her, she made sure to keep their shoulders pressed close together.

One step at a time, Mal-ma, she quipped, just like a corny grandmother.