[ Normally, he was a lot more observant, yet the distraction of finding a talking bird made the splotch of blood near invisible for a time. With the shock and surprise waning slowly into something more manageable— indeed, it does draw attention, a stark contrast against otherwise pristinely white feathers. ]
Is it not bird song, usually, that you are taught? [ He chuckles, clearly it was not the case in the case of this particular bird and his world, but he had to tease a little, before finally his gaze settled on the blood and a frown overtook his features. ] But— are you hurt?
[ To his eye, at least, the bird did not act it. There was no pain in his voice, and he moved easily. ]
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Is it not bird song, usually, that you are taught? [ He chuckles, clearly it was not the case in the case of this particular bird and his world, but he had to tease a little, before finally his gaze settled on the blood and a frown overtook his features. ] But— are you hurt?
[ To his eye, at least, the bird did not act it. There was no pain in his voice, and he moved easily. ]