"No, no--you're pretty snug under those blankets anyway," he replies flatly.

Spirit glances up at the crow, an unnerved frown on his face.

"I don't have a lot of experience with, uh..." the hand further away from her gestures at the crow, though it's vague, "animals. In general. They don't have a good association at home, either." A beat, before he hastily adds: "No offense to your friend, I mean."