That bird-girl takes me to her tree-house after our conversation. The way to get inside is a bit curious, since it's not by flying as I expected or through a door, but a small hole that goes down into the base of the tree, and then we climb up inside it.
And inside is what I expected—no elaborate furniture, no decorations in general, it's pretty empty with just some simple, functional pieces of furniture and a few scattered books. Of course, the place is clearly messy.
And from the claw marks on the walls and in some corners, you can tell she gets frustrated about not being able to organize properly. I seriously doubt she could with claws that sharp and no real arms, just wings with fingers at the tips, and those same fingers also have claws.
And of course, the destroyed books on the floor make it even more obvious. She's so strong that her fragile house can't handle her trying to tidy up. She might manage to grab things, but any wrong move makes her destroy what she's holding.
