There was a smile at that, shaking his head and giving another wing-shrug, focused somewhere just past the top of her head, "I've got feathers to spare, and I've taken blows to the head before, so far so good."
His head tilted, just listening to the crunch of snow, brow creasing slightly as he tried to figure out just what she was building, there was too much background noise for that kind of pinpoint accuracy though, and so he said, "Uhm, no, not really."