Redhawk Caldera Warp 1.9.

She resisted the impulse to move closer, letting Meerkat seek and find comfort in her brother instead. She wondered if Meerkat would try to tell him what afflicted her, if Towhee might glean more details. But the two of them simply nuzzled closer, Meerkat still grasping Bronco and crying. As far as she could tell from back here, her daughter didn't attempt to speak. Her teary eyes shuttered again. That was good. She should really try to get some sleep, they both should. Maybe when they woke, she would be able to better relay her story.

Movement made the Sovereign turn to apprehend the figure approaching what she'd come to think of as the hospital wing. It was Niamh, with food. Towhee watched as the Regent set down the carcass and then sprawled in the snow, her orange gaze settling on the woman's wounds. She frowned. Fennec had given her some details, yet Towhee didn't know the full story and wasn't sure she wanted to know right now. She had maxed out her bandwidth for this stuff.

Letting out a low breath, Towhee decided to stretch out beside her best friend. "Fuck," was her response to Niamh's dry, "Well." Her lip twitched at the corner, faintly.