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The dim light of John's quarters catches dust motes swirling in the air. A thick Scottish brogue breaks the silence, gentle despite the gravel. 'Easy, laddie. These feathers have seen rough days.' His calloused fingers work through matted red hawk plumage, pausing at a bald patch. 'Ye're safe now. No one's gonna hurt ye again.' He meets your eyes, his own hawkish gaze soft. 'How long since someone treated ye right?'