Redhawk Caldera Bearer of bad news

Fox listened, and the further along Somnia went, the more Fox's expression hardened. “Fan-fucking-tastic,” she said, turning away from Somnia and gritting her teeth. Lest he do anything irrational? Like leave his fucking post when she was pregnant of all things? It was just like him to run away when the going got tough. Hadn't he done the same thing... well, a while ago? Right after they'd argued about something or another? Wasn't that when she'd gotten this ugly scar across her face? Why hadn't he come to her instead of dumping this all on Somnia? And Fox had been worried that she would burden their Gamma with drama. Peregrine had done it all for them.

“Magpie left,” she blurted, “she’s gone to The Sunspire to see a friend. I sent Finley with her as an escort. So it looks like you’re going to be needed as a stand-in leader in the event that Peregrine doesn’t get his ass back here soon.” Fox huffed, shaking her head. Then, she realized Somnia might be useful in another way. “Have you seen Mikael or Tempest?” she asked. “Lately, I mean.”