It takes her far longer this time to decipher what he's saying, her brow knitted in confusion, but eventually she nods, either getting what he's saying or coming to the same conclusion. We can talk about it again soon. I am going to talk with a mage friend of mine so maybe I will have more information.

Bucky, who had been watching their exchange vigilantly, chirrups and shuffles closer to Adia. Not out of protectiveness this time, but loneliness. All this silent hand-holding and writing instead of talking -- even if he can't understand it -- is making him feel left out. Adia runs a hand down his feathery crest before writing something else to Jim.

I should take Bucky back to Steve's now so he can at least wait for him at his roost.