Redhawk Caldera When the summer ends.

This was probably the most unsettling feeling Towhee had ever experienced. She couldn't stop staring at her dead leg now, as if the power of her gaze might revive it. But it just dangled there, utterly useless, and no matter how much she willed it, it would not move.

She missed much of what Ceara had to say on the matter, though she caught the last few words when she could finally tear her eyes away from her leg. "Yeah, we should probably clean it," she agreed distractedly, suddenly overly aware of the stinging on her back that proclaimed the presence of broken flesh.

Easing forward onto her belly, Towhee put her fresh wound within the aspiring medic's reach. More to Tegan than to her, she said, "Once this is done, we'll have to head back. I'm sorry I just shat all over the tour. But you guys are probably going to have to help me walk, so it's gonna take us a while to get back."