It is interesting to see how others treat their companions; Lauralae knows that she is soft with her bird, gentle with him as he nudges and nuzzles at her, and she feels a gentle kind of warmth as she accepts that. She had not had friends before now, but now she has one who will not leave her - one she can speak to.

"I do not know. Rav'ahm has never been... Like that." She pauses, thoughtful, and she thinks she hears her bird laugh in her mind. "He is affectionate, but not like yours."