Who is a good bird? You're a good bird! Aurora hums softly, unintentionally, as she pets Onyx head and chest, lightly scratching the area just above his beak.

Aurora loved birds. She loved all animals, honestly. Animals were simple, honest. People... well, she was still getting used to people.

Her attention came back to Crow as he mentioned her singing was etched in his memory.

"I... you felt that strongly about my singing?" she blinked. Never mind his insistence she KEEP singing. She didn't figure herself a bard, nor did she think it entirely appropriate for her to do such a thing, her love of singing aside.