He clung to her, though was careful. His clawed feet and hands were sharp after all, and he knew they could hurt pretty badly if he wasn’t careful. He didn’t want to hurt Eve though, because she was nice and was helping him.
He looked very curious when they arrived home, distracted from the pain in his wing. He was even more curious when she set him down, making a soft sound. It was soft! He did love soft a lot.
Markus wasn’t even sure if his tummy could growl, he never really noticed such things. But he understood that if he needed food, he was hungry.
“No hungry!”, Markus chirped then, bouncing up and down. He wanted to fly, but his wing couldn’t move, and it hurt anyways.
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