[ The bird watches her a moment longer before his weight can be felt leaving the mattress. He poofs back out of the room as easily as he poofed in, probably heading up to his attic room to play with his things and do whatever the fuck he wants while everyone else is asleep. ]
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[Even when it's the person themselves, apparently.
She strokes Griffon's head once, gently, as she settles down for the night—properly, this time.]
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