If Kather were to reveal who he truly was, it would only paint a larger target on Rory's back.
So he chose the only option left to him—he went completely limp in her palm, playing the part of an ordinary, slightly stupid bird. No resistance. No reaction. Just a soft, useless weight to take pity on.
Rory stared down at him, momentarily at a loss.
"…So you only understand 'come with me'?" she muttered. "What a peculiar little thing."
Still, confusion aside, this chubby black bird had just saved her life. If not for its frantic pecking, she would have been torn apart by a beast while unconscious. No matter how she looked at it, this little thing was her feathered lifesaver.
"Alright," she said at last, her voice softening. "You can come with me."
Her plan was simple—leave the valley first, then reunite with Jasper, Dax, Gina, and the others. Between them, someone was bound to know what this strange bird actually was, if it was anything at all.
