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"You know that son of a—" Wait, did she almost just call her sister a bitch? "How?" she asked with a loud blink. Niamh had never been involved with the war, thus the alliance with Drageda. Towhee looked pretty nonplussed about the connection.

But at least her Person had no plans to leave. She let out a breath, glad to hear (well...) that, even if the reasoning made her frown. Towhee wished there was something she could do, something more than simply gracing Niamh with her bitchy presence. But she couldn't bring back Colt (would Niamh even want that? Towhee sure as hell didn't), nor make Quixote stop being a dick, nor of course revive the dead.