He cradled the little poof ball of phoenix against his chest, trying to soothe his ruffled feathers. He couldn't even really remember what brought all this on but maybe it was a culmination of everything that had gone on in the past week. Ultimately it didn't matter. He made soothing chirping sounds at him.

He'd focus on Marco for him, then, even though it was something he'd done since the moment he'd gotten there. He watched Marco pluck at his clothes and then scratched under his chin.

"No. Things are too complicated here for that. Behave, pretty bird."