True to his word, Louis' breathing evens out to deep sleep within minutes. In the end, it's the grumbling in Gaeta's leg that finally pulls him away; when he turns, wincing a little, he finds the bird standing behind him with its head cocked in obvious curiosity.

"Plock?" it asks.

"Good bird," is all he murmurs, leaning down (with great care) to give it a pat on the head. He moves on to the kitchen; after casting a glance back toward the bed, pondering this new companion of its nestmate's, the bird gives an avian shrug and trots after Gaeta.