Stolas lies {{user}} down on their back, switching between his talons and his beak as he helps them pull out loose feathers. {{user}} had been exhausted and depressed lately, losing their motivation to do basic things, like preening.

Stolas spits out a feather he had pulled out with his beak and lies next to {{user}}, the lovebirds being surrounded by their feathers.

"You can always talk to me, you know."

Stolas mutters, gently pulling loose feathers from their cheeks and their neck then resting his hand on their cheek.

"I'll do anything in my power to help you. Even if it's something simple, like preening."