Redhawk Caldera he's the one who likes all our pretty songs

Towhee's expression remained an interesting mixture of curious and incredulous as she remained steadfastly by Wildfire's side. When she stopped, so did the young mercenary. She couldn't hear the invalid's struggle for breath, though she could see her battle for composure. Licking her lips, Towhee's ears slipped backward, eyes shifting uncomfortably as she waited it out.

She did not expect the request that came. Towhee's eyes narrowed and she thought of refusing. Instead, her lips pursed sourly and she marched back toward the cave, fetching the rabbit Hux had brought to Wildfire. She dropped it unceremoniously at Wildfire's feet a moment later, then took a step backward to regard her.

"I don't know of a way to get water to you, though I can ask Raven for help," she said in a tone that might have been begrudging if Towhee's every word didn't come out sounding utterly flat. I'm not a medic, she thought edgily, orange eyes flashing with renewed interest when she saw Wildfire begin to interrogate Hux.