Redhawk Caldera Homeward Bound

Towhee departed without much comment. She wasn't the type to commiserate with creatures as pathetic as Mou, which he knew well enough, and he did not think about it; his focus was his daughter.

The way she ordered him about - sounding so much like her mother, and also somehow her aunt who had left them to their own melancholic devices. Powerful in her hurt.

Where is mom? A question Mou did not want to answer from a person he did not want to face at all; but he looked to Blueberry and devised an answer for her as best he could:

She should be here, they should have been here together, but he couldn't stay while someone paraded around wearing Maegi's face, not when Prevost was still missing; a good excuse. If she isn't, then I don't know.

Had the creature gone away? Maybe it had gone to follow him - and in his hunt for Prevost, Mou could have led the thing on a wild goose chase. He hung his head, not knowing what else to do or say.