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Her mouth fell open as young Delos ignored her olive branch and went scurrying after his mother. Towhee probably should’ve called after him too, insist it was in his best interests to stay with her. But she could only stare at him, watching as he ran after his mother, wondering if Leto would send him back when he caught up to her. When that didn’t happen, Towhee’s mouth clapped shut.

She sat there for a good while afterward, eventually deciding it was probably for the best. She’d really wanted to help him, though he ought to stay with his mother. That meant he would struggle with his impediments, though it was the lesser of two evils. That’s what Towhee concluded, anyway.

It eased her conscience a little, though she would wrestle with this entire encounter for awhile. She didn’t look forward to explaining it to her co-leaders or anyone else who came inquiring about the mother and son duo.