Sun Mote Copse then drop on the deck and flop like a fish

"Apologize?" Niamh suggested and Bat mentally scrambled to think of why she might owe such an apology. She drew a blank. She had never known Niamh particularly well, though the few times they'd spoken, they'd built up a decent rapport. A much younger Bat had even confided in the golden she-wolf. She continued wracking her brain, though she only had a few seconds to feel bewildered before Niamh filled in some of the blanks.

Except none of what she said made any sense to Bat. She felt an awful lurch at the news of Colt's death, despite not knowing him well at all, and when Niamh said Kiwi's name, Bat felt like there was a cold stone in the pit of her stomach. She had no idea what Niamh was talking about and wasn't particularly sure she wanted to know.

Her own eyes shimmering with tears, Bat saw that Niamh's were too. "I'm sorry," she said, a sort of knee-jerk response, unthinkingly supplying the apology Niamh wanted but which Bat didn't owe. "What are you talking about? What happened to Colt?" And only because it seemed rather pertinent, she said quietly, "I haven't seen Kiwi in..." Well, she couldn't even be sure; it'd been that long. "Months," she finished.