[Sayori peers over at Beaky. She's not an expert on bird body language, but she does figure that animals, especially magic soul animals, tend to know the score. If Alex didn't want her here, it would be obvious.
She extends her hand further to lightly skim her knuckle over the feathers at Beaky's neck in thanks. And then she rests it on Alex's other shoulder properly. Her expression is soft and searching, just the slight downward tilt of her mouth showing her concern, but her grip is firm with assurance.
It's not like his reasoning is crazy. That was part of it all, when she kept what Miss Zarves told her under lock and key until Wonderland dragged it out in the worst way. She gets it, really.
But...]
...did it work? [There's no judgment in the question, only gentle, genuine curiosity.]
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She extends her hand further to lightly skim her knuckle over the feathers at Beaky's neck in thanks. And then she rests it on Alex's other shoulder properly. Her expression is soft and searching, just the slight downward tilt of her mouth showing her concern, but her grip is firm with assurance.
It's not like his reasoning is crazy. That was part of it all, when she kept what Miss Zarves told her under lock and key until Wonderland dragged it out in the worst way. She gets it, really.
But...]
...did it work? [There's no judgment in the question, only gentle, genuine curiosity.]