Haunted Wood I think I was wrecked all along.

She roused from her latest doze a little before midnight, some forty-eight hours after the snakebite. Things had gotten very dicey for a little while there, though now Towhee felt like she might actually pull through this. With that said, she had never felt worse in her whole life. The venom had really done a number on her and just because she'd survived it didn't mean she was out of the woods yet (quite literally).

Towhee dragged herself to the nearby water to soak her painful and swollen paw. She took a long drink too, which helped her actually perk up a bit for the first time since. She raised her head to look around for @Bridget, squinting in the darkness. Without her, she would've almost certainly died. Bridget had stuck by her side, fetching food and offering remedies when she could, nursing the Sovereign through the worst of it.

One day, when she fully recovered, she would try to repay her somehow. For now, she had one last favor to ask of her. It would definitely take all her strength. Towhee would need to get some more sleep and ideally some food in her before she undertook it, which meant it would have to wait until morning at the earliest, no matter how much she wanted to do it right fucking now.

"Bridget," she rasped, "tomorrow, I'd like to go home."