"keep quiet, or they fly off."

he instructs, voice as soft and quiet as ever. he didn't speak up, but Giyuu was close enough where it didn't matter.

bird watching. a swan, drifting down the stream. no, it wasn't in a tree, but it had wings, so it counted.

a day off meant no swords, no demons, and no putting up his hair so he could fight said demons.