"Wait—how…"
Suddenly, she raised her head, ready to bombard the sparrow with more questions. But the words froze on her lips. The little creature had already turned into his bird form, wings tucked close, dozing as if the world no longer existed.
Kaya let out a helpless sigh, pressing her palm against her forehead and rubbing it in slow circles. "Unbelievable," she muttered, but her movements betrayed no harshness. She carefully lifted the small bird with both hands, setting him gently on the bed. Adjusting his tiny body into a comfortable position, she pulled a hide cover over him. He didn't stir. His breathing was steady, almost serene, like nothing could trouble him anymore.
For a moment, Kaya just stood there, staring. A strange heaviness tugged at her chest before she shook her head and turned away. Quietly, she stepped out of the room and closed the door behind her.
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