[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?
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
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?