She's all smiles as she cradles one of the pheasants to her chest, leaning her head down slightly, planting traces of kisses on its soft head and murmuring quietly to it. There's no fear to quell here, just an animal lover happily loving on a happy, oddly cuddly animal.

But she seems to want to talk to him, all the same, straightening up a little as she spots him and heading over. "Well, good day, young Ben!" Someone was in a lovely mood, clearly. The bird she was holding fweeped at her, peeking up as the attention it was getting paused. "These birds reminded me, I meant to ask earlier about the pigeon coops. Specifically, that I cannot find any. Have they, perhaps, gone missing? Ought I construct a few for us, to help collect fresh eggs?"