That's more like it. Daine ruffles her feathers, calming down a little. Apology accepted. While she waits for him to catch up, she adds, I s'pose we can keep talking like this. It's strange talking with a two-legger this way, but no less tiring for her than talking to one of the People would be.

She tilts her head at him, wondering if it would be easier if she rode on his shoulder--if she can just tell him where to go, there's no need to show him. She's not sure she wants to, though; he doesn't seem as friendly as Andrew was.