Mercy, being an osprey, has very little indeed to say on the subject of Daud, though her response to the inquiry is to croon and turn to Deirdre, lifting a wing slightly to docilely attempt to preen the smaller bird, regardless of what protest may follow. She’s missed her companion, after her own fashion, even if she is a scold and attempted to hurt Daud besides. In an oblique way, she’s glad she didn’t have to hurt her.

Inside, Daud sighs, studying Red for a moment then shaking his head and reaching out to touch his fingers to the top of the dragon’s head briefly. The hand is withdrawn quickly enough, and then it’s back to business, losing himself in the methodical preparation and consumption of food. This morning, Red gets a great big poached egg all his own.