The efforts of gathering, and keeping, so many avians of such differing needs. Maintaining the cage and the animals, breeding them or replacing them. The Danbarian could see that it was more than just a small investment of time and will upon the part of the princess's ancestors. Not inconsiderable, but it definately was a sign of affection beyond the norm. He reached out slowly, feeling the worked metal of the cage.<br/><br/>"If I may," he answered, reaching out for the door to the cage, working the latch and pulling it open slowly. He held it open so that the princess may enter first, his eyes flicking only once to his Ritter Hex guards. He'd step inside after the princess, closing the cage's gate quickly and softly, not slamming it. His gaze drew high, towards the birds up ahead and thier displays.