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After a pensive pause, Towhee replied, -“I’m not really okay with it. But I get why you’d feel compelled to look for…”- Shit, what was his name? -“And since I’m speaking frankly, I have the bandwidth to look out for Delos now—now that I no longer feel like dying.”-

She blinked slowly, fighting the urge to shrug. Leto apologized, then posed a question. Towhee shook her head.

-“No, not really. I honestly think you should focus on the child who’s still with you, though I get why you’d feel like you can’t just forget about the other. I sympathize with your quandary, for sure, and you gotta do what you gotta do. I’m just making myself available to keep an eye on Delos if that means you need to go.”-

She stopped fighting it and shrugged, leaving the ball in Leto’s court. Towhee’s orange eyes flicked to Delos, the poor kid. He was the real victim of the situation, not to mention his other issues. But it was good that he was here, where there was plenty of shade and someone to teach him Ptero.