Sun Mote Copse Night on earth.

Towhee's smile dimmed, her face becoming more thoughtful as Niamh spoke. At first, she felt a flare of indignation. How could her friend make Towhee's pain about herself somehow? She quickly discarded that thought as errant. The only reason Niamh felt angry was for Towhee. She was mad at the unfairness, on her friend's behalf. The mercenary really appreciated that, though she also wanted to tell Niamh she thought it was dumb.

Instead of saying that, Towhee took a more tactful approach. "Just... be grateful, Niamh." She said it softly but firmly. There were a lot of other things she could say, even wanted to say, but she left it at that for the moment. Her orange gaze bored into Niamh's for a long moment before she broke eye contact.

After taking another minute to gather her thoughts, she returned her attention to Niamh. "I'm grateful that you'll be having Phox's kids. Sure, it's complicated and I feel a lot of things. But I'm gonna have nieces and nephews this year and grandkids next year." Towhee wasn't going to stop marveling about that for a while, even if it was a long wait. "Let's focus on the positive."