Heron Lake Plateau No distance left to run

-Of course,- he assured her immediately. He had seen the pain that Niamh had caused Towhee, that he had caused Towhee once upon a time. -I wouldn't leave unless you and the kids were all-in.- he double-clarified. Phox had abandoned his life once before, and he had no intentions of repeating that mistake. The silence settled (well, it was usually silent when they were ptero-ing) and he watched the kids frolic some more. They seemed rather pleased with there newfound freedom.

His eyes shifted back when he saw Towhee motioning again, and he sighed. -It's nothing new or recent. We just don't see eye-to-eye on anything. He seems... I don't know, kinda stupid?- Maybe that was being harsh, but the only times Phox had really talked to him, it felt like he was talking to a (very rambling) brick wall. Maybe being farther away from Quixote would reduce whatever mistrust and tension was there. -He doesn't seem like a leader.- Phox wasn't really sure what a leader was supposed to seem like, but Quixote just wasn't cutting it for him.