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What the hell made Niamh so sure of this dude she'd met once, by the sound of it? Towhee opened her mouth to argue, then closed it again. She trusted her Person. Quixote might have called her judgment into question a lot lately but the remaining Beta wouldn't be joining him. So she nodded, tightly, and left it alone.

Towhee sighed softly at her Person's next words. "I'm sorry, Niamh," she said, mourning her friend's loss even if it didn't feel like much of a loss to her. Towhee couldn't fathom what that kind of love felt like, nor imagine planning on children only to lose that possibility. "You'll get your chance someday, maybe even this year still. Nobody knows what's going to happen."

Lapsing into silence, she folded herself down beside Niamh, tucking her swarthy head over her Person's golden shoulder blades. You've got me, she thought, which probably meant relatively little in comparison to her recent losses, so Towhee didn't bother saying it out loud. Hopefully her presence, no matter how ornery, was at least some comfort to her best friend.