never taught me how to drown

He realised his wording had been ambiguous, and he wasn't sure if she had taken his meaning correctly. He was happy to duck and move around her plants instead of changing a system she was already accustomed to. 


As she offered to look at his legs, he raised one to her so she could take it and see it was nothing to worry about. "Just needs a stretch," he explained. 


She suggested they head back to her den to do the bottling, and he nodded his head in agreement. He shook out his body, sending a couple loose feathers drifting before he went for the pail. He carefully heated it and followed her to her den… their den. Home. Maybe. 


They reached the door and he looked about at the den. He hadn't looked at it too hard since he had helped her make it and left for Valta. But it had grown a great deal since then. Her gardens were growing, but he wondered if she might appreciate a few additions added. Like making a patio and setting up a little bonfire for them to enjoy the evenings outside. He was a little uncertain about suggesting too many changes, he didn't want her thinking he was taking over…