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She must've said something right, because soon Fen had thrust herself into Towhee's arms. Although the movement jarred her broken body, the Kilonova didn't hesitate to stretch upward to sling her forelegs around Fen's slim, cream-colored shoulders. Towhee drew her daughter against her chest, which hitched. She felt tears prick her eyes and begin trekking down her cheeks, just as she felt the vibrations of Fen's voice thrumming. All Towhee could do was bend her head and snuffle at the girl's forehead and cheeks, then grasp her all the tighter when she sensed the telltale sobs.

"I'm so glad you're okay," Towhee said, rocking Fen slightly, sliding her muzzle along the velveteen fur between the youth's ears, then smoothing it back down where she'd mussed it. "I missed you so much." She let out a harsh breath, still clutching Fen, as the hot tears continued sliding down her face. "I wish I could take you to your dad and your brother. They'd love to see you and know you're all right too." The "but..." went unspoken because, as yet, Towhee hadn't figured out a way to rescue them.