He's being dramatic. I'm not going to let him get a pneumonia.
John's voice in Edwin's mind is wry and practically comes with an eyeroll even if he doesn't do one. It feels like the kind of thing Arthur would feel despite not being able to see. Instead, John's hand will rise up to gently stroke over the back feathers of the little bird.
"Arthur, Edwin's turned into a small bird. I think I could do that, now that I've seen him do it." But- "...which we can try out once we've found shelter, of course." And on that note- "I think I see a somewhat ramshackle shack not too far from here. I doubt it will have supplies, but it should keep us out of the rain."
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John's voice in Edwin's mind is wry and practically comes with an eyeroll even if he doesn't do one. It feels like the kind of thing Arthur would feel despite not being able to see. Instead, John's hand will rise up to gently stroke over the back feathers of the little bird.
"Arthur, Edwin's turned into a small bird. I think I could do that, now that I've seen him do it." But- "...which we can try out once we've found shelter, of course." And on that note- "I think I see a somewhat ramshackle shack not too far from here. I doubt it will have supplies, but it should keep us out of the rain."