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The girl's remark caught Towhee by surprise, eliciting a huff of laughter that her bruised rib didn't appreciate much. "Well," she drawled after recovering from the momentary jolt of amusement and pain, "I'm glad she was there to help you." She fell silent, chewing on the name for a moment, wondering if she knew it. If she did, she couldn't place it currently. But she had hit her head...

"Once I'm able to move around more freely, I'd love it if you and I could come up with some ways to give back, since the Firebirds have looked after us. What do you think?" Towhee said, changing the subject to the future rather than the past. It was incredibly cheesy, yet all the same, she felt a flash of gratitude that they both had a future, after everything they'd been through.

Then that feeling passed and Towhee started abruptly. "Wait, Rosalyn?! Like short for Roz?" Well, that made no damn sense. "I think I know her!" The surprise of her sudden recollection lit up her face before she exclaimed, "Well, I'll be damned."