gentle touch of his fingers as he stroked my head. Was he… patting me? Nervously, I peeked up at him, wondering what exactly he would do with me now that he was no longer interrupted by the others. But he just curiously stared back, his touch light, like he knew I was fragile. The longer I held his gaze, the more I realized he was human… but I couldn’t figure out this animalistic side to him. He made a soft sound, like a huff of air whistling from between his lips, followed by what sounded like a chirp.
