"You're welcome," she said warmly. "It's true machinery from Icarus. I small taste of what it's like there, I suppose"
He sighed a little, leaning back against the pillows and holding the bird to his heart. "I wish I could see where you've come from."
She scooted closer, flipping a switch that was essentially a mute button. After that it began chirping, a sweet sound that sounded strangely metallic.
He relaxed instantly, leaning back in the pillows, listening to it hungrily. "I really love it, Aspen."
