“Alright then. That okay with you, Shortbeak?” Handy asked. Shortbeak hesitated. She wiped a claw over the black feathers of her head in worry, looking at her sister. He had explained to her that it would probably be best to at least let Amelia have someone regular to talk to other than herself and her caretaker. It was not an easy thing to sell. From what Handy knew of the sickness Amelia had, it appeared very similar to an old plague that had decimated the continent once upon a yesteryear, yet not contagious. The more people who knew of her affliction, the more dangerous things would be for her, and Shortbeak had to undergo the horror of Geoffrey finding out about her and using her safety as leverage on her. She was right to be fearful and paranoid, so Handy elected to expose her to someone he knew for a fact could keep a secret, by force if necessary.