"Totally! Broken bones are way uncool." A bird-person, gender unknown, with three hatchlings with fuzzy feathers in slings, comes by to weed. "Do you mind if I...? Can I hold one?" Victor asks, miming cradling a baby.

A big, warm grin stretches the bird's face. "Which one?"

"I haven't given Biron much love recently, get over here little lady." A wiggly, hooting, humming little bird-baby gets a kiss on the top of the head.