Ghost Lion Crag Ride or die.

He didn't take her up on her once in a lifetime offer. Instead, he demanded to know if it had all meant nothing. Towhee forced her jaws shut with an audible snap, squinting at him again. Was he serious? She could see, by his uncomfortably crestfallen expression, that he was genuinely upset. Even if her brain hadn't been short circuiting due to hormones, Towhee wasn't sure she was emotionally equipped to deal with this unexpected fallout of their tryst.

"I mean..." she began, having real trouble drumming up any real sympathy, much less empathy. "You were a good lay, if that means anything." Was that any consolation? "But it was just that: a lay." She paused, stifling another yawn. "Believe me, you wouldn't want to be stuck with me anyway." She smirked again, though there was a very subtle touch of something like grief when she remembered how nothing could ever come of their coupling, regardless of what either one of them wanted from it.