[ He doesn't need to outright say it for her to catch on. She gets it. Her fingers brush along the feathers, feeling the soft brush of them underneath her touch. ]

I've heard about the phoenix. Or I mean I've read about them. Makes you wonder if it would work the same here as it would back in where you were before.

[ She glances over as he begins to munch on the berries. ]

That doesn't really change the older you get. Between you and me, the older you doesn't know about how I've taken some of his drawings and added color to them.

But that's our secret.