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Phox didn't quite believe that she was okay, but he knew from experience that telling Towhee to do anything was unlikely to result in her actually doing the thing. She asked if they should eat the intruder, and Phox eye-balled it for a second, the question turning over in his mind a bit longer. They weren't short on food, or he might have suggested that it was a good idea. Something about it seemed to scream "do this only in desperate times." -We should get rid of it,- he agreed after a pause.

-But first we should get you cleaned up,- he said, beginning to work his way to some of the harder-to-reach places on Towhee. Grooming each other was something (Remedy assumes) they did often, so it didn't feel odd or out of the ordinary at all. The siblings had always been closer than usual, and though they had grown individually the past few months, Phox still considered them to be inseparable.