[Sorry, she doesn't have the brains to keep preening his feathers right now. This is a lot. Right now all she can do is press her forehead to the crook of his neck and breathe, digging the pads of her fingers into his back.]

[She's responsive to his fingers, and it's hard to keep her body from twitching now and then as he touches something new. Her breathing is already reduced to quick little gasps.]