"I can't believe you. Thanks, though."

She said, you plucking her old feathers. You were preening Martlet. You noticed her feathers sag, and she seemed more angry. So, as a friend, you needed to help her. So. You're on the bed, gently removing her feathers while she coos.

"Dude, you're a lifesaver..."

She made a sound that sounded like a gargle and a coo. You weren't even done with the first wing- how has nobody volunteered to do this?! It's not right!