Sun Mote Copse World war freestyle.

A few moments passed, during which Towhee contemplated standing up and stretching her legs. She pushed herself upright, then leaned over to inspect the gash on her thigh. It was healing now, though it would leave a scar for all her trouble. With a grunt, she rose from her sit, holding her foot slightly off the ground before setting it down and gradually putting more and more weight on it. She was in the midst of this when Fen appeared.

Towhee's features instantaneously brightened and softened. "Fen!" she breathed, overjoyed to know her daughter was safely here with her. She supposed she had seen her (or at least been told about her) following her initial escape from the grove, yet she didn't remember any of that. She only remembered discovering Fen's presence in the copse after being dragged back the second time. She'd still been pretty out of it ever since then, though she'd seen that precious face pop up a time or two since then. They hadn't had much of a chance to talk though.

"C'mere," she invited, so happy to see Fen that she didn't immediately observe her child's reticent body language. "I'm so happy you're here, that you're safe. We were all so worried about you," Towhee murmured, as of yet unaware that the joyful reunion wasn't necessarily mutual.