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In order to sustain a conversation, they needed to pull apart. Towhee did not protest as Fen slid away from her, though she gave her a tight squeeze before letting her drift back. She only went far enough to let her mother read her lips, pausing at the perfect distance despite her lack of sight. Towhee's lips twitched into a faint smile.

It slipped at Fen's words. She agreed, of course, though her own endeavors had proved it was much easier said than done. In response to her daughter's question, Towhee slowly heaved onto all fours and turned her hip toward her daughter. She stopped just short of nudging her with it.

"Reach out and you'll feel how bad it is," Towhee murmured, wanting Fen to understand the serious danger of the situation, not to mention the consequences of taking risks. "Luckily, this was already my bad leg," she quipped dryly.