He was very comfortable in his little nest, curled up and comfortable. He could still kind of drape his wings over himself too, and he was really happy he got a little nest all for himself.
He wasn’t bothered when Ray sat onto the bed, not knowing why the other had attempted to change him in the first place.
He curiously hopped out of his nest, before making his way closer to Ray, trying not to get stuck in the bedding too much. He nudged against Ray’s hand, chirping.
“Wake up little birdie!”, he trilled, needing Ray to help him get food.
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