"Oh." He remains still for a moment, staring at the bird. Celestine again...is he meant to take this as some form of divine intervention? Or is it all a simple coincidence? He catches himself grinding his back teeth and puts a stop to it. It'd be foolish to throw the bird away out of pique...yes, he'll take it back to the inn. Maybe he'll just toss it into a corner and forget about it, but it will be still be his.

When he looks up again it's to find the girl inspecting her hand, and he walks closer automatically, unself-conscious in his concern. "Are you hurt?"