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.
“Name? Name!”, the harpy shook his head. He had no name, as far as he was aware. But he would like a name! Because that seemed great, and he wanted something to be his and his only!
“You name? Name name?”, he asked then, bouncing where he stood. He wasn’t used to sitting, not like a human did, but rather stand.
“Hungry?”, he tilted his head, curious. Lots of words! He didn’t know them all!
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