[As the wendigo smooths his feathers, the harpy's breathing slows, though it still hitches here and there. He certainly does feel safe here and the crying had exhausted him, so his eyes were already closing when the hand finds his chin and his eyes snap wide open, cheeksing colour. He flinches away, but tucking his head and raising his shoulders unintentionally traps the hand where it is. He does lift his gaze as instructed, though, despite the uncomfortable closeness.] ... I'm not afraid. You misunderstood me, Tenkai-san.

You're Tenkai-san, aren't you?

[He referred to Mitsuhide as if speaking of another person, but also, his manner is gentler.]

I was sc— ... worried I hurt Mitsuhide-san.

I didn't want you to replace him. That's something you decided on your own.

I never wanted to reject him. Did I hurt him? Was that a betrayal? I want to accept him, but I also want to protect people. I want to do good, sometimes, even if I'm not really a good person.

... but, is not being able to handle him right now... does that make me evil? Or just a bad friend?

[Terribly innocent concerns.]

... I just... don't want anyone else to die.

[He winces, biting back a short pained sound, but otherwise only keeps his gaze on Mitsuhide, seemingly still, aside from a shoulder jerking.

But if Mitsuhide follows the wing or if he feels the feathers falling at his feet, he'll find that Shootie has plucked a few of his feathers out. Not for threading together, just a stressed bird's habit.]