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She did not move to join her mother and, finally, Towhee took in the expression on Fen's face and the way she held herself. A wave of trepidation swept through her, barely processing before the youth's outburst. Towhee's face fell as her ears swept backward. Without being particularly aware of it, she dropped her weight back onto her haunches. She didn't blink, riveted by the unexpected words spilling from the girl's lips.

At first, she didn't understand what Fen meant at all, though once she fell silent, Towhee began to puzzle it out. There were, of course, several solid arguments why she hadn't dragged Fen to the wall with her, chief among them the fact that Towhee hadn't realized she was even here. Secondly, she never would've put her child in that kind of danger, particularly Fen because of her blindness. And then there was the fact that Towhee had been out of her damn mind. Somehow, Towhee didn't think her daughter would find any of those reasons acceptable.

"I'm sorry," was all she could think to say, her expression pinched. "I didn't think. I wasn't in my right mind. I was being a complete and total moron," Towhee added acerbically, which was true regardless of Fen's whereabouts. She felt a decided pang as she thought of their home and how it was anything but that anymore; it was a prison cell, a death trap "We'll figure out a way to get them out," she said in the next breath, which shivered out of her. How desperately she wished Fen would just come here.