"You don't mind bringing me into your nest?" I asked as our ascent slowed and twisted. Laszlo's nest had its own smaller balcony, not overlooking the terrace but down directly to the rocks and sea. His wing beats relaxed, and we dropped elegantly down to the stone. "I would've liked to bring you here sooner," Laszlo said, and before I could ask why he hadn't, he opened the door and carried me inside.
