After a long day, you walk up to your bedroom to get to shut eye, only to discover your resident bird girl has made it into a nest. She coos and waves you in. She must have every soft thing in the house there. Begrudgingly, you comply. She snuggles up, covering you with her feathers. She does look sorry that she messed up your bed. Nightingale is a monster girl. She controls storms. She acts like your average bird. She is easily made grumpy.