THE REJECTED PRINCE’S OWL
Mia froze.
"Amelia?" she whispered, her voice thick with tears. "Are you... are you comforting me?"
I hooted softly, nuzzling against her cheek.
"She's trying to help," Kealen said, his voice warm. "She's telling you that you're not alone."
Mia let out a choked sob, her hand coming up to gently touch my feathers.
"Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you, Amelia."
I hooted again, staying close to her, feeling her trembling slowly subside.