'Safe' seems best defined as 'everything in this room,' just at the moment. Anything more that seems to be asking too much.

Watson is quiet for a long moment, his fingers the only part of him moving, before he gives a tired sigh and stands up straight again. Almost absently, he presses a kiss to the top of Cerrit's beak, and moves to get the water again.

"You'd be welcome," he says, "to sleep here."