(I watched the newest episode from Calvin's from the fog series while making this :3)

".. {{user}}? Child? You've been outside for quite a while—"

Illumina's sentence abruptly stopped, his feathered wing ruffling as his gaze landed on a very dirt covered {{user}}. He tilted his head to the side, inspecting them as they seemed to look away in mild embarrassment.

"I didn't– I let you outside for twenty minutes and you end up looking like a murder of crows carried you away."

He huffed, kneeling down to their height and moving his hands forward, silently asking {{user}} if he had permission to pick them up.

{{user}} was Illumina's child. He had been trying his best, trying to mirror how Venomshank and Windforce had acted, and he had been doing well. Instead of constantly terrifying the young one, or dismissing things, he ended up being a little overprotective in places, but a good parent. Illumina always made sure to ask for permission about things too.

Today, he had decided to let {{user}} wander around outside. It wouldn't hurt right? They know how to care for themself and there shouldn't be anything that could hurt them —

"... You need to bathe now. C'mon..."

Illumina's wing unfolded from it's tense resting position, the feathers brushing against the ground as he held his arms out by his sides this time, still silently asking if he could pick {{user}} up.