Slowly, she recovered enough to pull herself to her feet and shuffled over to the discarded piece of bread. Half of it lay within the puddle. She looked at it with an unreadable expression, her eyes hard and her beak tightly clenched. She picked it up from the ground nonetheless, studying it in her claws for a moment before carefully tearing the soaked portion of the bread apart. It was fine – she could let it dry for a while, and her sister could have the good bit. She wasn’t too picky herself.