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

It didn't seem like Niamh was going to come at her, though Bat didn't feel very reassured by her stiff words. She wanted to accept and appreciate the apology, as well as answer Niamh's question, but she honestly couldn't find words. Just a moment ago, Niamh had threatened to "take her down." Only now, as those words replayed in her head, did a dim sense of horror take root. Had Niamh planned to kill her? And only reneged because she didn't actually know whether or not Kiwi was alive or dead?

This trip wasn't going according to plan in any sense of the word. Literally unable to speak, to come up with anything to say to Niamh, Bat's mouth opened and closed again. She pressed her lips together and shook her head, only to catch herself and hold still. Her silver eyes roved over Niamh's shoulder, desperately wishing to see a friendlier face appear, but she was officially beginning to second-guess her decision to stick around.

She shuffled backward and began to turn, only to freeze when she remembered she'd come her to see her younger brother and sister too. Feeling extremely distraught and torn, Bat stood and fidgeted, thinking miserably of Tristan back in the grove.