Heron Lake Plateau Film the whole thing

Of course she knew Tegan, possibly even better than Bat did. She doubted that part though. Ever since coming here, she'd spent countless hours with him, in- and outside the territory. Hell, she'd been attached to him since he'd stumbled across her climbing that glacier. The juvenile exhaled through her nose as she recollected that fateful day, her lips twitching into a smile. She'd met him prior to that—when she was really no more than a little kid—but that had been the real start of it all, hadn't it?

Eventually, she lifted her nose and pointed it in Niamh's general direction again, though she avoided the leader's gaze, mostly out of respect but also out of a sudden and uncharacteristic shyness. Now or never, she thought, still not entirely sure she should confess her feelings about Tegan to Niamh. But if not her, then who? Bat was desperate for a sounding board.

"I'm in like with that shithead," she blurted rather abruptly, a declaration which was followed by a high-pitched, somewhat hysterical-sounding laugh and then, "for some unknown reason."