"You need a shower," Birdie told James, claiming her crown as Queen of Understatement. She could see the sincerity in his eyes but she knew he didn't like to touch the softer emotions with a ten foot pole - at least, he never had around her - so she wasn't about to make a big deal of it now. "You want me to go git some of my stuff and swing by in a shake?" She could see he was getting his own self back to human in the light of Gray's flashlight but that didn't mean it'd fix everything. "Actually, never you mind," she said without leaving him a chance to answer. "I'm gonna do it anyway. I gotta git a tea for Cress and check up on those pipes, might as well make two housecalls if'n I'm makin' one." If he didn't want to be patched up, he could just not answer the door to his room when she came knocking.
Speaking of the pipes in question. Birdie had seen a lot of things since joining Le Cirque, but shooing away a giant thunderbird by way of Lindsay Buckingham lyrics was a first. "What's your version of Rhiannon do?" she asked, mostly joking but a little serious. Still, she was as relieved as the others when Coro screeched and huffed off, presumably back to the Menagerie, and left all the various non-flying participants in the night's events un-crisped and no one's snack. Given the number of ways that could and almost had gone wrong, she wasn't about to make light of that accomplishment.
Her gaze fell to the ground, landing on the lambent rectangle that was her still-lit phone screen. She was pleased to see it, and bent to retrieve the thing. Upon examination, there was a small crack at the corner of the screen but it was otherwise unharmed. "A Thanksgivin' miracle," she declared, holding it up before turning it off and sliding it in to her back pocket. "If no one needs immediate attention, I'll leave y'all to get reacquainted," she informed the group. The swirling emotional currents around everyone were nearly visible to the naked eye and just about touching thick, and even if it weren't, Birdie would have to be a lot less observant than she was to see the ties there. Hell, they even spoke in some secret shorthand she didn't understand. To Cressida - "I'll bring that tea by in a spell." She nodded to Gray. "Nice hair." James was last as she resumed her ambling walk back towards the Plantation house, a businesslike nod contrasted by soft eyes. "Welcome back."