Redhawk Caldera The truth is, I prefer whiskey.

The greeting from Towhee was not exactly cordial - either because it had been a while since the two had spoken to each other and there was some natural awkwardness between them. As it happens with previous co-workers, class-mates and college buddies - with some the friendship lasts only as long as they share a common goal or interests. Once it's gone - you have nothing to talk about. Wraen wondered about that, while she observed the Sovereign's expression, which usually told more to her than the tone of her voice. There was no open hostility there, but lack of warmth was perceptible. Compared to, how her last meeting with Phox had gone she felt as if she was in for a difficult conversation. Hacking your way through an iceberg is never easy, mind you. 

"Fancy might not be the right word, but I imagined that in case we happened to meet, it would be under different circumstances," she replied diplomatically, but with more sincerity that she had been met with. "Thank you for letting Maia stay here, while she recovers. I do promise that we won't burden you longer than necessary," she added, knowing that, ever since she was no longer part of the group, she had no rights of utilizing their resources. "I would go in for a hug, but I am afraid that my current condition won't allow it for the fear of sniffling all over you," she said and this was followed by a coughing spell.