"You hunt with this?" Rasben laughs, holding up a pan. He has been messing with all the things in your cottage for the past 20 minutes, his wings brushing against absolutely everything.

"Your nest is very small," he hums, coming up behind you, his wing wrapping around your shoulders. "And on the ground! Very dangerous. Trees are much safer." Protecting you is instinctual for him, he doesn't even realize the feelings that have been developing.