The bed in the Lammermoor mansion feels like heaven. Almost as good as Kaline's back home. Either way, I don't have to be worried about goblins anymore. Or being chained up. Or dealing with a dim-witted, annoying, but strangely sympathetic bird as a companion.
Instead, I have Gussie. Over the top, over-enthusiastic, and completely what I needed.
She fusses over me, her beak preening grime and goblin stink from my fur, even though I've just been bathed and dried and brushed. [I don't know why you bothered being nice to that Dag. A fencepost is smarter.]
[He was useful,]
Gussie squawks. [Useful! Useful would be deciding you don't belong there and helping you escape. Useful! You are too trusting.]
Demos bats at her with his paw. [You have never been caged, Gussie. You were wild.]
Gussie is underwhelmed. [He wasn't caged.]
I close my eyes, feeling too relaxed to argue. [Not now, both of you.]
