He follows the bird with his gaze, mesmerised by the wings, how they stir the air around it enough for him to feel it against his face. When it lands on him without hesitation, he smiles to himself, and reaches up to experimentally scratch its chin.

"Help?" the stag says, and Ratonhnhaké:ton nods.

"She might be able to help you walk.

"Help! Like help!"

"I think he is saying yes."