The validity of her question would be confirmed by the subtle blush that made its way to his cheeks at the thought, and further accentuated by a nervous shake of his head that followed. Surely, she can't have read his reaction as—....
"No, it's fine! Staying down here, I mean." Ace didn't consider himself to be a difficult sleeper, well-accustomed to the kind of living that often offered little in terms of comfort. Though it felt a bit chilly in the basement, now that he began to pay closer attention, it was nothing a blanket (or two, if it wasn't overly rude to ask) could not fix. "... Thank you," he added, quietly.
Glad for the change of topic, and even more eager to come to the girl's aid, he turned around to retrieve a small pouch from his bag. "Her instincts will tell us whether she's hungry, because she has yet to associate you as her guardian. With time, you too might be able to recognize her distinct cries for food." He smirked. "However, please don't make the mistake of using Suzaku as the reference, most of them aren't that greedy. Here—..."
Motioning for the girl to give him her hand, he would then drop a bit - just a bit of what unmistakably were typical greens, chopped into appropriately minuscule pieces, onto her outstretched palm. "The thing is, you can't allow them to become too dry, or she might have issues swallowing even the smallest pieces, though to avoid this, I could take care of getting the supplies," in case she was worried — an unspoken sentiment that he tried to communicate through his stare.
"Now, with a beak this small, the most she can do is tickle your skin a little. Hold back from making any attempts at helping her, or she won't learn."
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"No, it's fine! Staying down here, I mean." Ace didn't consider himself to be a difficult sleeper, well-accustomed to the kind of living that often offered little in terms of comfort. Though it felt a bit chilly in the basement, now that he began to pay closer attention, it was nothing a blanket (or two, if it wasn't overly rude to ask) could not fix. "... Thank you," he added, quietly.
Glad for the change of topic, and even more eager to come to the girl's aid, he turned around to retrieve a small pouch from his bag. "Her instincts will tell us whether she's hungry, because she has yet to associate you as her guardian. With time, you too might be able to recognize her distinct cries for food." He smirked. "However, please don't make the mistake of using Suzaku as the reference, most of them aren't that greedy. Here—..."
Motioning for the girl to give him her hand, he would then drop a bit - just a bit of what unmistakably were typical greens, chopped into appropriately minuscule pieces, onto her outstretched palm. "The thing is, you can't allow them to become too dry, or she might have issues swallowing even the smallest pieces, though to avoid this, I could take care of getting the supplies," in case she was worried — an unspoken sentiment that he tried to communicate through his stare.
"Now, with a beak this small, the most she can do is tickle your skin a little. Hold back from making any attempts at helping her, or she won't learn."