[Luca tries to keep his head on a swivel at all times. Despite the low stakes, this is still incredibly true within the bar. When he's on duty, he tries to keep as many people satisfied as possible, after all. Thus when he spots Aira's fretting little form, he's quick to apologize to whoever he's helping and quickly cuts across the room to the young man.]
Upstairs?
[He motions toward the winding stone staircase. This seems like a personal matter, and he won't have Pavlova airing his grievances out for all to see. The young man deserves far more privacy than that.]
[ If this were any other situation he'd probably object to being taken where others can't see in case of emergencies, but for this, he'll give a curt nod. Talking about this is mortifying enough without eavesdroppers factored in.
He waits til they're out of earshot to let his wings open. There are still some stubborn feathers still clinging, he hasn't lost them all, but there are quite a few pinfeathers of varying length that were undoubtedly quite uncomfortable. ]
This feels like way too many feathers gone and I don't know what's going on--
[Out of earshot winds up being the third floor, in Luca's own quarters. He leaves the door open, at the very least, the din of the crowd still echoing up the stairs. As he lets Pavlova settle and explain himself, Luca pulls out a chair from his desk.
When he turns, it takes everything in his power not to outright laugh at the young man. It's clear he's upset, and that mirth would only be cruel in the face of everything. Still, he makes for quite the sight, and it takes some effort to school the smile that forms into something warm and reassuring.]
Well, let us get this out of the way quickly — you are just fine. [He motions Pavlova over to take a seat.] This is a molt, just as I told you about. Your old feathers will fall out, with new ones to take your place.
It must be incredibly uncomfortable. To say nothing of how frightening it is. How can I help?
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Date: 2025-10-04 06:18 am (UTC)Upstairs?
[He motions toward the winding stone staircase. This seems like a personal matter, and he won't have Pavlova airing his grievances out for all to see. The young man deserves far more privacy than that.]
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Date: 2025-10-04 01:58 pm (UTC)He waits til they're out of earshot to let his wings open. There are still some stubborn feathers still clinging, he hasn't lost them all, but there are quite a few pinfeathers of varying length that were undoubtedly quite uncomfortable. ]
This feels like way too many feathers gone and I don't know what's going on--
[ The distress is probably not helping matters ]
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Date: 2025-10-04 03:21 pm (UTC)When he turns, it takes everything in his power not to outright laugh at the young man. It's clear he's upset, and that mirth would only be cruel in the face of everything. Still, he makes for quite the sight, and it takes some effort to school the smile that forms into something warm and reassuring.]
Well, let us get this out of the way quickly — you are just fine. [He motions Pavlova over to take a seat.] This is a molt, just as I told you about. Your old feathers will fall out, with new ones to take your place.
It must be incredibly uncomfortable. To say nothing of how frightening it is. How can I help?