"You have a point," Door allows. She picks up the bird and carries it over to her bookshelf, setting it down on a folded towel.

//Thank you for flying all that way// she says to it, mimic-ing the sound of its call if not its unique grammar. //You should get some rest.//

//I do not snore, but I have an auxiliary mode// Chimney answers remarkably clearly for her, then settles down on the towel and tucks her beak under her wing.

Door grins and turns back to Seely. "She's mechanical. Bridge made her for me, so I'd have a way to send messages home safely."