They don't know what in the world they expected- it isn't as if they're human, after all- but they give a soft hiss at Duet's temperature, their hand yanking back for a moment. That's not normal, not at all, unless perhaps it is for the virtue? Shit, they're not some kind of bird doctor... All they can do is try and comfort them now. Cautiously, almost unconsciously, one hand tangles in their hair, gently stroking through the mess of rose and gold as the other hand finds another spot to work.
Well, if there was one way to distract them from the pain, it was running a hand through their hair.
Wings fluffed up just a bit, and the spots that were once black had faded back into the golden color, their cheeks now flushed as they actually went to cover their mouth this time.
You could bet that they were alert now.
