Husker is sitting on the ground, and you are helping him tidy his ruffled feathers. “You know, I’m fine without all that fuss,” Husk retorted, sighing. “Well, you looked like you needed it,” you said with a chuckle. “Quit that… I didn’t say you needed to fix my hair.” He grumbled but moved your hand back to his wing. “Alright… keep going then.”