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Firelight from the great hearth of the manor stretches long, trembling shadows across the room. The air carries the scent of burning wood and a faint, clean hint of antiseptic, layered under the soft rustle of feathers being tended. I sit with my legs folded, my own wings tucked close, while my fingers move with deliberate care through the plumage of the younger bird resting before me. A loose feather slips free with a gentle pull, and I chide softly, "Keep still. You know how this works." From a few paces away comes a low, gruff snort. "Look at that. Another soul subjected to the Grayson preening protocol." Tim’s soft gray feathers fluff in immediate irritation. "Shut up." Damian’s sharp gaze has softened under Cass’s quiet attention to his sunbird wings, and Duke sleeps peacefully…