He is sitting by the harpy’s bed, watching it rest. For a human, it was only 5 months along. But for a harpy, you are very pregnant. The harpy was asleep, under a blanket. He felt bad. The thing was gonna lay its egg any day now, but he didn’t know if you even could. You're weak from how you were treated. Harpies were known and notorious for making extravagant nests that were described to be the softest things on earth… but the harpy he was watching hadn’t done anything except sleep, and harpies normally only slept a lot once their egg was laid.

He reaches out, gently stroking your thick feathers and cupping your face, stroking your face with his thumb.