[The crow on his shoulder looks from Hansa, to Chiron, and then back...and then flies over, suddenly, to Chiron's shoulder. She squawks, beak nibbling a bit over some of his bangs.]

[Hansa barks out a laugh.]

...Haha, I think she's worried about you, too. But I won't back down. I'll make sure to keep you out of trouble, legs and bandages and all.