The Sunspire Muscle car.

Somehow, she remained on her feet, though part of Towhee wished she would just faint so she wouldn’t have to deal with this agony. The instant Reyson pressed up against her, she sagged toward him with a hiss. Despite being the one to urge him to call for help, she growled sharply at the sudden movement when he tossed back his head.

Sorry, she muttered. Let’s wa—walk, Towhee urged him, ignoring the shakiness in her legs as she obeyed her own command.

They shuffled forward and Towhee tried to distract herself from the pain by thinking about their next steps: the literal ones as well as the figurative. They should probably call for @Arsenio and @Tamar. As soon as they found somewhere to put her busted ass, she would have to ask Reyson to make haste back to Mereo to inform her family.

She wasn’t coming home… because she was home? Towhee barked a laugh at the thought, then stumbled and gave a little cry. She managed to stay upright, barely, 99% of her weight now bearing down on the poor Legatus’s shoulder.