Phio hadnâ€™t meant to make burn marks on her rag. It just happened due to his hot phoenix tears. Phoenix tears having been used in magical potions and healing potions a long time ago. That was when they were more common. When they were well known about. Centuries ago to be truthful. He heard her speak to him. So she had hear his voice. How curious. How very curious. He hadnâ€™t realized she could hear it yet had still been trying just in case she was able to. He closed his eyes a bit. Opening his eyes and watched her lay down and go to sleep. <[i]Sleep well savior princess...[i]> He then closed his eyes and rested as well. His tail feathers moving up and down ever so slightly at the tips. Other than that he didnâ€™t move from where he was located. He opened his eyes and was instantly alert the very second her father appeared. He listened as they began to talk to each other. Musical sounds of pain emitting from the birds lips. Soft almost cooing sounds following those.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Her father blinked when she opened the door and narrowed her eyes at him. He listened as his daughter spoke so fiercely. â€œI see. That is not what I had been told.â€ He said. Listening more as she continued. â€œYes. They are indeed mad. You say it is a rare breed? I see.â€ He said. Thinking on it. His daughter was putting her foot down quite literally. He could tell she was not going to budge or give up her claimed bird. â€œAlright. ALright. I will tell them they hold no claim to the rare bird. That he will not be taken and eaten. Especially if it matters that much to you.â€ he said. Frowning a bit. â€œTry not to start trouble with the guards my dear. Now what are you calling your new found pet? May I see it?â€ He asked. Understanding she would most likely say no with how fiercely protective she was right now.</span>