The small harpy stayed quiet, but nodded lightly. He was pretty sure he’d be able to fly again in a year or so, since he’d molt! He did that, and he liked to keep his old feathers for his nest, to make it softer. Though he didn’t have a nest anymore, he supposed.

He looked excited when they were outside, and the half elf was away. “Sing?”, he asked, bouncing in Joshua’s hand. He wanted to sing! Was he allowed to now?