Yes - I foolishly thought perhaps I could calm it down. Birds tend to like me, you know. [ yeah, taair, man whose name means flying bird, man covered in bird motifs ] But...such was not the case.

And, [ a little lighter, wry: ] I am sure this may surprise you, but I am not terribly strong, especially without my magic. So I shouted for aid, and before I could even blink, Adolphe appeared, swooped me right off my feet, and... over his shoulder, like a sack of potatoes.

[ it makes him chuckle, the laugh very soft - tinged with nostalgia and sadness, but no less warmth for it. ] I'd never been carried like that in my life. He didn't even hesitate in the face of beak-related danger. Just up, off, and away.