Sun Mote Copse The end of Troy.

Uhhh, he muttered, mouth agape. -It's more complicated than that. I don't think Niamh is really in a place to be romantically involved with anybody just yet, but she doesn't not like me.- What a good use of a double-negative. It wasn't Phox's place to pressure her, and he hoped that she would just... come around on her own when the time was right. -I don't want to rush things like Camilla did with me,- he said. That relationship had fallen into his lap in the strangest of ways. The whole thing had felt rushed and chaotic, and he didn't want this thing with Niamh to be anything like that.

-I don't want to make any promises, or get your hopes up too much, but I do think she'll come around.- With time. Maybe a lot of it. Phox could be the patient type when he needed to be. He wished there was more he could tell Towhee, but that was pretty much all he knew. He didn't want to mention the whole dead mate thing, if only because it seemed something personal.