The Sable curled up slightly, trying to find a way to hold his plush that didn't cause him harm. He closed his eyes, inhaling and exhaling slowly to calm himself, then nuzzled against the soft, worn feathers.
"... My mamma," he snuggled the bird even more at this, closing his eyes. "... Father gave it to me the day he let DeepGround come take Weiss and I away..."