Sun Mote Copse Night on earth.

Her friend's sighs made Towhee tense, anticipating bad news of some kind. But Niamh only expressed concern over the accuracy of her children's exchange on the topic. The snort that escaped her when Niamh used the word "traumatize" wasn't even forced.

"Ah, they'll figure it out," Towhee said, waving a paw, "and come around too. Nothing more enjoyably natural than a good fuck." Her thoughts inevitably turned toward her grown kids. Although she wouldn't want to witness either of them going at it any more than she would want them to see her take a pounding (or hear, in Fen's case), Towhee hoped they would get to experience that side of life one day, when they were old enough, and that they might also know the joy of mate-ship and children if that's what they wanted.

Her heart twinged, though in a bittersweet way, and then something dawned on her right then and there. Towhee's eyes suddenly went very wide and, ignoring any reply Niamh might've made to her crass remark, the mercenary suddenly grabbed her companion by the shoulders and said, "Holy shit, I might have grandkids one day...! Holy shit! Niamh!" Towhee shook her, smiling, really smiling, for the first time in days.