Marco gave a happy birdie sigh of relief and stretched his wings out broadly to wrap them around his brother in a huge hug. "I was scared too. No one could convince me it would be fine. Pops kept saying I had to trust you, but I slept on the deck every night and practically used my den den as a pillow." He laughed softly and nuzzled Thatch affectionately, yellow fiery feathers snuggled against the goatee.

"If I'd known you were here I would have come and got you and made you come with me. On adventures. Anywhere, eh? But I'm glad you're here now." Another feathery headbutt. "And you better not leave until I say it's okay, yoi!"