Kaya cleared her throat, the last of the tightness still clinging there, and forced her voice to sound normal. It came out a bit nasal anyway.
"Um," she said, glaring at the air instead of at him, "so… what about the sparrow?"
Cutie paused, thinking.
"The sparrow…" he echoed. "He's in his cousin's room. Looking at him." A tiny smile tugged at his mouth. "Well… more like glaring."
Kaya gave a short nod. "Oh."
Her eyes slid away, found a new target.
"And Veer?" she asked.
Cutie rubbed the side of his neck. "He's still a bit out of it," he said. "Still sleeping. Looks like he's really tired."
Kaya let that sit. Veer, still down. He'd flown through a storm with two bodies in his claws; it wasn't surprising, just… strange to imagine him quiet for once.
"Okay," she said at last.
She met Cutie's eyes briefly, then looked toward the wall again.
"Would you mind," she added, softer, "if I rest a bit more?"
