It takes a few minutes to pack up what they brought with them into something that can be carried in her eagle shape, but it's not too much trouble.

The setting sun paints the golden feathers of her eagle shape with color as they soar back to the Lair. She's careful with him, so careful, as they fly. She's feeling guilty about what happened, you see.

Is the Lair starting to feel like 'home' to him by now? They arrive without incident, and she leads him to the hot spring to wash off the bits of forest clinging to them both.