Re: Carriage House: Raven / Newt
[Newt smiled when she preened him, black beak to his cuff. He was much more at ease around animals, than people—even if those animals had just been people, and that was obvious. He was pleased that she didn't seem to feel any pain in her wing, and he was pleased by her positive little reply.] Wonderful. [He knew, of course, she wouldn't really be able to answer his last question.] That's all right, [he told her easily, lifting his other hand, wand tucked to palm, to caress the feathers of the top of her head, a rather unthinking gesture of comfort. He walked toward the window carefully, keeping his balance as best he could, and he flicked his wand to draw the window open.
Fresh air blew in. If he could, he inclined his arm, so Raven could hop to the sill and he crouched next to her.] I'll leave the window open for you, if you'd like to test the wing out, but I think we're done. [He smiled and pet her once more, stroking the feathers on her back.]