Heron Lake Plateau Hamrer hippyer.

As soon as Towhee sank down beside her and put her head on Niamh's shoulders, Niamh finally let herself lose control and let go of what she'd been holding back. Towhee's words were kind and gentle- even though the tone was as grating and low as always- Niamh knew enough to know that this was Towhee's softer side, and that she meant every word of what she said. Niamh sobbed quietly, with little hiccoughing breaths between moments of holding air in, trying to keep herself as quiet as possible. SHe trembled softly, and shook her head when Towhee mentioned she could still have kids. She had had her heart pinned on becoming a mother in the spring- and now it felt like nothing could be done about that. How would Quixote ever allow her to have pups- lest she create another version of herself? 

All she needed in that moment was a friend, and the freedom to mourn her losses, and she had finally found those two things. She would eventually cry herself to sleep, and have the first natural, deep sleep since the night she had exiled Colt.