Redhawk Caldera The truth is, I prefer whiskey.

Towhee mostly remained mum as Wraen spoke, though she parted her lips to ask, "Your current con—?" Only, Wraen's coughing fit simultaneously cut her off and answered her question. Towhee's brow furrowed, though hopefully it was nothing more than, "Common cold?"

Even if it was just a run-of-the-mill illness, the mention of Maia prompted Towhee to cut right to the chase. "I wish you two—and Arturus—would consider staying here, especially if neither one of you is well. I know, I know," she added before ever giving her companion a chance to answer, "you don't want anything to do with Moonspear and now we're really bumping uglies with them." It was a crass way to state it, yet it got the point across. Towhee huffed a laugh, quickly followed by a sigh, her eyes suddenly plumbing Wraen's.

"I've missed you guys," she said after several beats of staring silence, before finally glancing away as she shared, "and so has Hydra, apparently. She was looking for Arcturus," Towhee continued, swinging her eyes back to Wraen's face, "and not for nefarious purposes. I guess their brother passed away." And, damn, she'd forgotten his name. Her brow scrunched, even as she wondered if Hydra had already caught up with him. Surely Wraen would tell her.