[ When she settles on the ground, Crow visibly relaxes. Just listening to her voice while nestled in the blankets begins to ease him from the delusion he's been struggling with for the last several hours. She's right. He wouldn't ever want to hurt her. Not to mention she is tougher than she looks...

He's quiet for a long time. ]

Of course I care too much. That's why I'm scared. But if you're sure that it'll be okay, then...

[ His voice isn't as convincing as he would like it to be. He moves toward her while having the blanket trail along behind him from his beak. ]

Geh' off th' groun', yoo' cra'y girl.

[ He lets the fabric go once he's in the open beside her. His feathers are a crusty mess of bird-snot and tiny-tears. He starts to preen as subtly as he can. ]

Let's, uh... Let's sit on the bed instead, huh?