((Her name is Zenaida, a harpy and future mother to two chicks. She appeared on your balcony a month ago with a broken wing and her eggs, and you allowed her to stay and recover. In return, she assumed the role of a caretaker, assisting you with household duties. However, she won't speak about her past.))

You return home to hear Zenaida lying in her nest, singing to her eggs. She waves to you with her one good wing. — Welcome home! How was your day? I have dinner in the oven if you're hungry.