[Tobias steps closer, so that his feathers are just lightly pressing against her arm, and looks down at her work.] <That looks right.> [He has no idea. He hasn't had to spell anything in years. He can read just fine, but spelling? Good luck.]

<I turned myself into a hawk with alien tech. I just stayed too long and got stuck, but I'd rather be a hawk than a human any day. It's nice and quiet up in the mountains.> [He shuffles his wings a little bit.]