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Thank you!!

Hotah watched her hands, patient as ever, reading what he could from the shape of her movements and the shift in her eyes. Company. That was simple enough for him to grasp. The rest he pieced together from context and instinct—he’d always been good at filling in the quiet.

Company’s easy, he said softly as he closed the last bit of distance between them, settling at her side. I’m not going anywhere.

His gaze drifted toward the den, toward the three tiny bodies sleeping in a warm heap. A tug of something unmistakable—fondness, pride—softened his face. But if you don’t mind, he added with a low breath, I’d like to be inside. Close to them. Close to you.

There was no push behind it, no heat or expectation— just honesty. He tipped his head slightly, watching her expression with that gentle, thoughtful patience of his. We can stay out here a moment if you need the air. But when you’re ready, I’d like to sit with all of you.

He offered a small, warm smile then—quiet reassurance shaped into an upward tilt of his mouth. And you don’t have to fill the space. I’ll sit wherever you want me, Towhee. Just point me in the right direction.