Sun Mote Copse The book is on the table.

She didn't doubt Wraen was right, that Hydra would've perhaps approved of a union between Arcturus and Towhee under very different circumstances. But it didn't really bear thinking about, so she didn't, especially not when her guts grumbled again. It felt like she'd not only eaten a suspicious-looking fish, but several, alive and whole.

"As a matter of fact..." she joked in reply, before gesturing. "I'm gonna go find somewhere private to drop this load. I'll catch you later." She bobbed her head and waved her tail at the Sovereign, then turned and sought somewhere isolated. But by the time she located a likely latrine and prepared to squat, Towhee abruptly realized the sensation had passed entirely, so she shrugged and headed onto the rendezvous site.