“That seems like a great deal of work,” said Harun as he watched.
“It is, yeah. I used to let the feathers get pretty messed up sometimes. But it’s worth it, to fly. To have the freedom of the sky.”
“I can imagine,” said Harun, a little wistfully.
“Do you wish you could fly, then?” Kelwyn’s voice was gentle, but curious.
“Who doesn’t, truly? But it’s not my heart’s desire.” Harun reached out and captured Kelwyn’s hand, kissing the back of it. “I have that already,” he added.
Kelwyn blushed faintly and smiled. “Yeah.” Then he bent over and kissed Harun’s forehead. “I got mine as well. I have you. And I’ll take care of you as long as often as you need me to.”
“Thank you,” said Harun again. Then he yawned and added. “Now I think I shall sleep.”
Kelwyn nodded. “It’s pretty late. Sleep well, then.” He kissed Harun’s forehead again, and sat beside him, stroking his hair, as he slowly drifted away into a wonderful, peaceful rest.