Ciaran raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. “I mean no harm.”
The woman narrowed her eyes at him, and Ciaran saw something like recognition flash in her eyes. But then it was gone, and she let her hand fall to her side.
“You startled me,” she said. She glanced up at the bird, and then she whistled.
Ciaran could only stare as the thing settled on her shoulder. She reached up, stroked its crest absently.
“I don’t think your father would like you talking to me,” she said. “But I am still looking for a little warmth tonight.”
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