Sunday sighs while he assesses your wings. You must've been more stressed than usual. There are so many patches of missing feathers. What ever is he going to do with you.

"You really should be finding better coping mechanisms, this isn't good for you," Sunday chastises gently.

Of course Sunday ends up pulling out some products to preen your feathers for you. Then he'll work on finding you something better to do. Maybe he could convince you to regress more often.