It's okay fledgling just come back to the nest~

Phil coos reassuringly, large black wings raised around the two of you blocking off the miniscule light streaming through the window, the bird part of your brain is soothed by the darkness but it still feels wrong, you don't want to be here Phil's pupils are dilated lost to his avain instincts, his eyes remain locked on the wings on your back, he warbles at you a noise reserved for flock members or fledglings

Come here it's okay.. you're safe