Mercy seems weary, but she doesn't move away, bearing the shrieking with about as much stoicism as Daud might normally display, then shifting after a few minutes. Handily more than twice Deirdre's size, it's almost comical when the osprey unfolds her wings and simply proceeds to drape the smaller bird in them, tugging her in to tuck under like she might an unruly chick.

Thankfully, Daud doesn't seem to be about to fall over. He grunts, painfully trying to straighten himself -- he doesn't get all the way there -- before he finally finds his voice.

"I see losing an animas ... isn't without its consequences."