"Ha ha. Sure." Foster is... a little bemused by Reira's obvious awe. He can remember being a child now, but he remembers nothing of how it felt. He can't remember what something felt like yesterday, how could he possibly remember the experiences of... what honestly feels like someone else entirely?

Technically, the bird is still 'his.' He could summon it back to him at any time with but a thought, could destroy it just as effortlessly. And of course, if he dies...

Either way, it's just a sparrow. A dead one, at that.

But she's acting like it's some.... some tiny miracle. It's actually a little uncomfortable. But it makes destroying it even more uncomfortable. He glances at the bird, his brow furrowing slightly.

Fuck it.

"You... stay with her. Don't go too far." He doesn't need to say it out loud, but it seemed... better to be transparent about it.