The little burn marks on the rag made the woman curious, but the fact it was crying was even more curious. The feel of his plume was rather soft, made her want to touch it again. Looking to the bird she seriously could have sworn it said thank you again as well as that it felt better. Blinking she sighed, considering she manipulated her horse to be a unicorn she would say it could speak in her head. Stroking the bird gently she smiled, "Glad it does." she whispered before curling up on the bed to rest. Though the knock woke her up, wiping her eyes she went to the door as her father's voiice sounded. Looking to the door she opened it and narrowed her eyes, "Because they are mad I got to the bird first and wanted to keep it. You would understand. Its a rare breed! It can't be killed!" she rubbed her face and growled, "Tell them they need to dull their arrows and start seeing properly. The bird is mine! I'll happily stab anyone who come near MY bird!" the princess crossed her arms and glared at her father. No way would she let anyone touch the beautiful bird who rested on her bed currently.