"Sinclair?!" Coco asked, her eyes going wide as the realization set in.
As the rather abnormally large raven approached her, her instincts kicked in, and she instinctively held out an arm, providing a perch for the majestic bird to land on.
The raven settled onto her arm, its talons gently grasping her skin as it adjusted its position, and Coco couldn't help, but be fascinated by the closeness of the creature, its dark feathers a beautiful difference against her arm.
"It is me, master." Sinclair answered, his voice echoing in Coco's mind, sounding pleased and content with Coco's reaction.
Upon hearing the answer, Coco couldn't stop squeals of excitement from escaping.
"It's really you!" Coco exclaimed, her eyes wide and her face lit up with a mixture of awe and joy, as she gently rubbed her finger against the raven's beak, her touch gentle and affectionate.
Coco could feel the gentle pressure of Sinclair's beak against her finger as he rubbed it affectionately.
