And third—
Kaya's gaze dropped to the ground.
The fat, chicken-sized sparrow.
Flat on his belly, feathers sticking out like an unkempt pillow, eyes so wide they looked like they were actively trying to escape his skull. He had clearly just woken up. His body said "half-asleep." His eyes screamed "full trauma."
Kaya blinked at them all.
Then looked down at her own hair again, then at the knife still in her hand.
She raised an eyebrow.
"…What?"
The word came out flat. Bored. Just a touch annoyed.
As if she was the one who walked in on them doing something strange.
No one answered.
No one moved.
Cutie still had the leaf outstretched like a peace offering to a war goddess who'd just changed forms.
Vayu didn't even blink.
And the sparrow… he just flopped over backward. Legs up. Feathers puffed. Done.
Kaya exhaled, rubbed her face once, and mumbled under her breath—more to herself than anyone else.
"It's just hair."
Actually, they were shocked.
