Word of wisdom from your personal comfort chair

Izzi flinched at the voice, which was understandable. It sounded calm--calmly agitated.

I took a deep breath, walked to the door, and unlocked it immediately. What greeted me first was Jade's loud, panic chirpings. It was followed by a blast of wind from frantic wings flapping, and a fluffy white ball slamming into my face.

[Master! Master!!]

The little bird was crying, panicking, sticking to my face and gripping me with its wings. My heart constricted and I felt stupid, forgetting about those who would be worried about the explosion.

I grasped the wailing bird and embrace it, caressing the trembling head. "I'm alright, it's okay," I tried to soothe the bird. "Don't cry, baby, I'm okay."

[Master boom! Master cry! Master gone!]

"Oh, baby, I'm so sorry," I didn't cry, but it seemed like my anguish was interpreted as such by the little bird. "I didn't get hurt, I promised."

[Hngg--]