The Heartwood Dance fruits.

They mutually agreed to wait until morning, which left them the rest of the evening to make themselves at home in this little forest. Phox stretched and yawned, clearly ready for a nap himself. Towhee smiled and waved him to bed, turning to watch him mosey that way and seeing her groggy doppelganger shuffling toward her.

-Hey, sleepyhead,- Towhee greeted, pushing onto all fours to face her daughter. -Are you hungry?- she asked, feeling even more maternal than usual, considering the circumstances.

Towhee couldn’t help but wonder what Jr would think of the upcoming visitations. Would she be withdrawn, like Leo had always been, or perhaps just a little standoffish? She was quite the little guardian spirit, Towhee mused as she smiled lopsidedly at her child.