It is the worst insult to call them for my clan. The beorcs of our world have just as an offensive term to call my people.

[All of this contact, though necessary, feels so foreign to her after being with just the trees for so long. But goddess, how much warmer it is for her that she couldn't help but to let out a few contented chirps.]

What shall I call you if not that? And I am sorry but I don't think that I can call them that. I cannot disrespect or lower them to that level to call them such.

[She blinks at his promise. Why? Why would he make such a promise to someone he just met? He wasn't even a part of the Hawk or Crow clan.]

Thank you... For everything that you have done for me and all that I can give back to you are my songs. I just wish there is a way to properly repay you. I have my reasons but I will still put my trust in you.

[And at least she isn't heavy at all, in fact she is as light as a feather to carry.]