Northstar Vale My rusty wings are weak and tired, oh.

As she wiped away her TEARS, Phox found the Towhee he knew. The one who actually knew what she wanted. Perhaps she'd only needed a push to see what she didn't want.

-Then we don't,- he said.

She went silent for a little while, processing. He remembered again how he'd felt when Niamh had taken off. He hadn't known where she was going or if she was coming back, and he'd spent so many months searching for her, only to never find her. Not really. He had been able to reconnect with his children for a time, although those ties felt brittle and thin. The pair who had raised them had stolen that opportunity from him, although he was grateful they had kept his children safe.

-Assume he's dead? I don't know. I didn't with... and...- well, we all know how that ended. -Listen, it hasn't really been that long in the grand scheme of things. If we do leave here, we should make sure he knows where to find us.-