"That makes sense," she replies, voice soft, leaning into his touch. There is a pang of sadness in her heart about him feeling the need to move about unseen, then. "And you would have great advantage over most at night, with your sight and your hearing."

She runs her fingers through his feathers, holds him close. "I have explored the wonders of the night less than those of the day," she muses. "Perhaps we will discover some together on our travels."