Baby Thunderbird did not care about those details. When it realized it had woken Vizet and Luna, it shook out its feathers, let out several cheerful, drawn-out cries, folded its wings, and landed on the bed.
It ruffled the feathers on its body, lifted its head and puffed out its chest, then paced back and forth in front of Vizet and Luna.
Baby Thunderbird did not walk quickly. Its bright eyes stayed fixed on Vizet and Luna the whole time, showing something almost like a child's anticipation.
Watching Baby Thunderbird's detail-filled little movements, Vizet and Luna could not help laughing. With perfect tacit understanding, they raised their hands.
When Baby Thunderbird saw Vizet and Luna move, it came over on its own and even spread its wings.
Vizet and Luna had taken care of Baby Thunderbird for so long—how could they not understand what it meant?
The two of them shifted their arms, one on the left and one on the right, and gently laid them on Baby Thunderbird's wings, smiling as they said in unison, "Thank you for waking us up!"
Hearing that praise, Baby Thunderbird let out an excited, drawn-out cry. The expression it revealed looked extremely pleased, and it even stretched out its neck and nodded lightly, looking utterly proud.
Vizet drew back his arm and froze in midair as a battle of thoughts broke out in his mind.
Though that battle of thoughts was brief, it was extremely fierce.
Having made clear what he wanted, he pressed his lips together, deliberately kept his arm looking casual, and once again rested it on Luna's waist.
He had slept very deeply during this afternoon nap, and after waking, he was in remarkably good spirits. Perhaps that was why his senses had sharpened too.
He could feel it very