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[ex_bravery157]

You can't make a shield out of Cuccos for me, mun. ( And he sighs, long-suffering but patient. )

I like my own just fine. I promise.

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[ex_bravery157]

( It's a beat before he answers her, his eyes grown wide. She resembles his own Zelda to a startling degree. )

They're — white feathered squawking things. With really sharp beaks. ( There's something in his tone that makes it clear that he'd learned that last bit from painful experience. )