Heron Lake Plateau Glam, glitz, guts and gore.

"Rave is fine," Towhee answered a little brusquely. She really didn't want to dwell on those particular pieces of the past. Anyway, her hackles prickled slightly at his next words. She knew he meant well but the emotional duress of this encounter showed when she answered, "We don't need you. And you're in horrible shape. How do you figure you can help?"

Towhee felt a jab of guilt right after the words sprang from her tongue. She drew in a deep breath and said, "What you can do is stay out of the way." She may or may not have paused just to let Phox think, at least for a split second, that Towhee was rejecting his bid to rejoin the Redhawks. She then continued, "Go wait behind Tegan's Tears—the waterfall at the plateau's southern face—until Rave and Quixote have time to evaluate your ass." Was that a tiny smirk?

"I'm gonna go see if I can hunt down Qui," she announced in the next moment. It seemed the Q&A was over. "I'll inform them of the situation and then send X with word." Towhee lingered for a moment, orange eyes boring into Phox, before she quickly swept away.