Redhawk Caldera Azurite

Towhee's facial muscles wouldn't allow a smile, though she huffed a noise like a dry laugh at Wraen's witticisms. She really wished she could get them to cooperate when her friend assured her that her ears would never tire of Towhee's ramblings. That meant a lot, especially since she knew she was doing exactly that. And though she knew Wraen empathized with her, Towhee did not forget that Niamh was a mutual friend, so some of this might not be so easy to hear. It wasn't easy to say—she meant it when she said she didn't want to feel so angry—much as she needed to get it off her chest.

"Walking is good," the Sovereign replied, "but I'm done shitting from my mouth, at least for now. What's going on in your neck of the woods, anyway?"