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Ah, a diplomat, Towhee said, swallowing a yawn. There’s still room for an advisor, she assured him, shaking her head as if she could shake off the weariness pressing on her. I would approach Mal and ask her what she could use from you in that regard. But first, you should wrap this patrol and then go find Livi and start some physical therapy. I think I’ve done all I can for now.

She swung her head to offer him a friendly nudge on the shoulder, then peeled away and stared uphill. Did she really feel like making that effort right now? Towhee’s orange eyes scanned along the borderline, seeking out any kind of suitable shelter, and decided she would head to that one apple tree. It was a good place to catch an afternoon nap… if her subdued excitement didn’t keep her from actually sleeping.