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He cursed and Towhee's insides curdled. He didn't get any further—and she wasn't certain she wanted him to confirm the bad news: he had no idea, either—because not one but two other Firebirds drifted onto the scene. First came Wraen, followed shortly thereafter by Niamh. After a moment's deliberation on where to position herself to uphold conversation, she slipped to Pippin's flank, pressing lightly against him as she looked to her superiors.

"This is Pippin. He's from the grove. I know I've asked a lot of you lately but, like me, he'll prove a great asset once he's back on his feet." Her eyes flicked between Wraen and Niamh before settling on the Sovereign's face in particular. It was her call, though Towhee's orange eyes implored. "I'll personally vouch for—and look after—him," she thought to tack on, nudging him a little with a shoulder but currently unable to look at him to see if he had anything to say.