He’s a good bird. Watching him hatch was the highlight of my month back then.

[He still remembers just how nervous he’d been back then as a new egg mom. He’d been worried about not feeding him enough, or losing track of him because he’s so small. He’s just glad that he’d grown into a healthy bird.

Eventually they reach the town, and Chuuya is now shivering quite a bit. He won’t let on that the weather is bothering him, though.]

Maybe the bar has something warm to drink...