#wingd gaster

Mute scoops up Tempus and holds him flush to his chest, shushing the canary with a gentle hum and runs his hand down the birdy's back, with an arm looped under the other's rump he carries the bird round like a small child... and not actually his lovebird... Doesn't stop him from giving the other a gentle kiss to the top of Tempus' head. Do not worry dearie... Mute's here... he seems to have missed the canary

Seems Mute has edged back into the room, and gently shuffles in his seat... perhaps he... should... try like the anon said and... kiss the birdy... Gosh he's blushing bright cyan! Well... no time like the present!

Seems Mute's going to wait patiently by the Birdie's bed until he wakes up, and carefully takes the time to lace a lovely pale yellow scarf about the bird's neck, hand knit and soft as feathers! Seems he's been waiting to give it to him for a while now... now just to wait until the poor dear woke up again...

[ACT > whistle]

*concerned Mute noises*

All this talk of him being 'fleshy' and Mute felt rather awkward, perhaps it was good idea to explain things to the lovebird... some secrets are best to come out of the works at certain times... hopefully Tempus didn't react too badly...

Mute has scooped up the little crow swaddling the small birb, and he smooches the both of their heads. He will protect. ((Mun also cuddles the sHIT OUTTA BABY TEMPUS))

Peeking back into the charred and burnt remains of the NEST, Mute seems to be concerned for the bird fragment, calling out with a gentle tweet, before spotting the Child Greyface, and inching in to make sure both Tempus and the dear Child were both alright.