[can't bend at the waist, he has to right himself like this and then push down. Julien lurches to his feet, wings half spread, his pupils pinning. He's hungry and he wants athelas so bad, just to clear his head, he has to manage, he has to go! One thing, it'll be quick.
He dips his head and brushes the side of his beak against Aaron's forehead.]
I'll see you.
[Then Julien is gone, out the door, into a day even worse than yesterday.]
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He dips his head and brushes the side of his beak against Aaron's forehead.]
I'll see you.
[Then Julien is gone, out the door, into a day even worse than yesterday.]