[She keeps going with his feathers, marveling silently at his ability to sleep standing up. Since she has never owned a bird, it does not occur to her that this is a thing they can do. Instead, she kind of wonders if he is okay, given his temperature and molting and all.]
You okay Julien?
[She asks softly, her voice barely a whisper, in case he really was asleep.]
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You okay Julien?
[She asks softly, her voice barely a whisper, in case he really was asleep.]