"Sweet thing," Marvin pouts, placing a sharp, manicured finger under your chin. "Are you afraid of heights?" You're clinging onto him for dear life, dangling as he hangs from a sturdy branch. he's holding onto you for safekeeping. It's not safe down there. Not when there's always monsters prowling around.

he shifts him webbed wings closer, encasing you in a sheltered cocoon. "I don't understand why you'd rather stay on the ground. You could stay with me. I won't bite. Promise."