Sun Mote Copse The end of Troy.

Her blessing seemed to mean a lot to him, which made her smile brighten a little. She nodded as if to say, Of course. Towhee might've had a lot of internal turmoil happening, though her happiness was authentic. And she was determined to keep her other, less positive feelings away from both Phox and Niamh. It wasn't their fault she couldn't procreate.

When Phox signed and spoke the next few words, Towhee felt a lump form in her throat all over again. She was speechless for a moment, moved by this declaration. She supposed she'd known the sentiment was always there, though having Phox frame it this way made her feel, well, indescribable. She was sincerely touched, though at the same time, Towhee knew the idea of Niamh beefing was also absurd.

"That means a lot, I mean it," Towhee echoed him with big anime eyes. "But let's be real. Niamh's totally down for me to be a third wheel and I can't imagine the two of you wouldn't have kids." There was one thing though. "Wait, wait, wait. She likes you back, right?" Phox had explicitly mentioned Colt's death and Nellie's secret, yet Towhee had somehow brushed past all that because who wouldn't want her brother?