Redhawk Caldera Fire away, fire away.

For the first time since doomsday, Towhee smiled. It was small, but she couldn't help it, not in the face of Eljay's surprise, followed quickly by his enthusiasm. She let go of his paw, though she didn't mind if he kept it there a little longer. Towhee wasn't sure where she would be if not for the life stirring inside her, if she ever would've gotten up from what felt like her deathbed by the creek.

This time, she did say it out loud: "Thank you." Her tail waved slowly as she simply let both of them revel in this moment. The rage which had begun to throttle her again had subsided in Eljay's presence, as if soothed by it.

That made her think of something else. Towhee turned a ponderous gaze toward the middle distance, recollecting her recent conversation with Wraen, before turning back to the caretaker and saying, "Would you stay close until they're born? And let me know of anything I should be doing to make sure I carry to term and deliver safely?"