Wren tilted his head, watching Adam curiously with shivers coursing through his bird-body now and again, his hair dripping on the floor. He held his ground as Adam approached and leaned in a little when he came close, expecting some touching but not the cloth that came around him; he laughed just in delight at the feeling and of being close to Adam again, holding still though because he didn't want to make Adam wet.
He looked in the direction pointed out to him and then back. "To sweep?" he asked, teeth chittering a little.