Redhawk Caldera Follow your heart, little child of the west wind.

For someone who couldn't hear, Towhee listened very carefully when Rue mentioned a condition. She licked her lips, wondering what it might be. Before she could delve too far into it, her new Regent spelled it out for her. Her lips pressed together as she felt her heart squeeze.

She was touched by Rue's consideration. In fact, she couldn't speak for a moment. When she could, her orange eyes shone. "I appreciate that, Rue, way more than I could say. But there are actually three open positions, so if"—not when, not anymore—"Phox comes back and resumes the title, you can lead alongside him." And whoever else held the role, if anyone. "Sound like a plan?" Towhee couldn't know that her voice came out a little wobblier than usual.