The Sunspire Muscle car.

The instant it became clear this was Meadow, Towhee’s pain dialed up again. Her jaw clenched, all the humor leeching out of her as she focused all her energy on keeping up with the conversation now going three ways.

The healer wanted her to lie down on the ground. Face lour with pain, she offered a perfunctory nod of understanding and gingerly lowered the rest of her body, facing uphill toward the towering Sunspire.

There’s a very good chance I’m gonna pass out, so can you do me a fa—a favor? Towhee said to either or both of them. Call for the leaders, let them know I’m here. And then please let my family know what happened. Tell Maxim I’ll be fine, but to go ahead and make his way over here with the kids when—oof, fuck—whenever he can. Please?