[ She makes some noncommital noise, privately annoyed that she's stayed approximately the same size while human and has gotten even smaller when shifted unless the Fog is in, though she feels a bit proud of her ability to take on someone so much bigger and win, in some manner of speaking.

She's careful with his feathers, plucking a few broken ones out from amongst the others before she begins to run the brush over those that just need a little smoothing to go back to their glossy perfection. ]

I don't know how you manage these things, honestly. Let me know if I hurt you; I'm trying to be careful, but I've never had feathers before.

[ She pauses to disentangle some leaves from the aforementioned feathers, quietly enjoying the silky feel of them beneath her fingers. ]