More kissing ensues. Micaiah spends this period of time wrapped in a speckled-white wall of warm and highly pettable feathers.

Eventually she yawns and trips off to change into her nightgown for the night. She takes the blanket off the bed - waving one wing by way of explanation; it's more than big enough to cover a person, especially one as cuddle-inclined as Micaiah - and flops facedown thereonto, inside wing lifted for him to slip under.