The bird's groaning a little, but aside from a couple crooked feathers, doesn't appear too much worse for wear. She hops upright in the palm of Bronwyn's hand and ruffles her wings, trying to smooth them down.

"Whoa," she breathes as she peers up at the towering moth-person. The faint embarrassment radiating off of her quickly shifts to delighted wonder; she beams, gleeful, and does another tiny hop closer. "You look so awesome."