[She was right to think that -- in his current state, he wasn't entirely 'all there', so to speak. But it would be more likely he'd run off into the night than cause her any harm. Though, the bird might get another pop to the noggin if it tried to peck her again. Himself, however, he might allow it. He likely deserved it, after all.
She asks and he nods, rising up and making the bird stand with him. He keeps a hold of the beak and just the beak, waiting for her to show him where to go. There's a sudden moment of clarity and he stands a bit straighter, smooths his shirt that's mussed up into a more proper state, the nod looking a bit more precise.]
Right. Right. The, ah, pen. I think I can manage that.
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She asks and he nods, rising up and making the bird stand with him. He keeps a hold of the beak and just the beak, waiting for her to show him where to go. There's a sudden moment of clarity and he stands a bit straighter, smooths his shirt that's mussed up into a more proper state, the nod looking a bit more precise.]
Right. Right. The, ah, pen. I think I can manage that.