Getting up, Tristan didn't have time to properly open his eyes when something slammed into his chest, knocking the air out of his lungs. Lifting a hand, he stroked the soft white feathers and smiled. "You never wake me up like this, Annabell." Tristan looked down at the bird, staring into her pure white eyes, leaning over to place his head against hers. "What's wrong?"
"I just wanted to hug you." Although sweet, Tristan could tell it was a slight deflection, making him raise an eyebrow and pull his head away. Looking down at her, he shook his head and didn't press. If she didn't want to tell him, he wouldn't force it out of her.
