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Wraen voiced the very doubts Towhee felt herself. A breakdown of some kind was possibly inevitable, though she also wondered if he'd gone through so much already that he was almost desensitized to any further loss. Surely he felt it somewhere, though maybe deep down where it couldn't actually express itself. Ultimately, though, she was no psychologist and cut her speculation short.

-"There's nothing we can do but support him,"- she agreed, which had been her philosophy all this time. She sighed quietly too, then made a point to focus on Meerkat, who seemed to be losing steam if the fact that she'd now draped herself across Wraen's forelegs was any indication.

-"Think it may be time for a nap,"- Towhee observed, earning a flick of the pup's right ear but no other acknowledgement. She had never been one to fuss much about... well, anything, which both pleased her mother and made Towhee feel deeply fortunate.