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Though thinking of Artaax had made her heart flutter, in the wake of Bruges’ death, she’d felt quite numb regarding anything and everything and simply shrugged when Towhee questioned how she knew him. The whole story might have raised some eyebrows- but Niamh didn’t care so much just now, to tell an interesting story. ”Met him out in the neutral territory,” She said simply, and rested her chin on her outstretched forepaws as she sank to the ground, the disinterest in the topic almost physically weighing her down. ”So I doubt very much he’ll do anything at all. He wouldn’t dare,” She said stiffly, exhaling her breath with a huff. She still had yet to decide if she would actually meet him come New Year’s Eve; everything was currently quite doubtful.

She didn’t have much else to say, so she simply stared into the dark of her den, considering life quietly- but mostly just moping. Naturally, had things not gone the way they had, she would likely have switched the topic to the possible litters happening in the upcoming spring- but the thought brought a heavy feeling into her throat. ”Can’t make you a godmother in spring,” She said, tone swinging toward a mix of bitterness and apologetic, as she fought to keep her feelings at bay.