The little Thunderbird paid no attention to such details. When it realized it had awakened Wizet and Luna, it ruffled its feathers, let out several cheerful cries, folded its wings, and landed on the bed.
It shook out its feathers, raised its head, puffed out its chest, and paced back and forth before Wizet and Luna.
The little Thunderbird did not walk quickly. Its bright eyes remained fixed on Wizet and Luna, carrying an expectation almost childlike in its intensity.
Watching the little Thunderbird's detail-filled little gestures, Wizet and Luna could not help but smile. In perfect unspoken agreement, they raised their hands.
Seeing Wizet and Luna's movements, the little Thunderbird took the initiative to step forward and spread its wings.
Wizet and Luna had cared for the little Thunderbird for so long; how could they not understand what it meant?
The two crossed their arms from either side and gently rested them on the little Thunderbird's wings, smiling as they said in unison, "Thank you for waking us up!"
Hearing such praise, the little Thunderbird let out an excited cry. It looked exceedingly pleased, stretching out its neck and nodding lightly with an extremely smug expression.
Wizet withdrew his arm, leaving it suspended in midair as a fierce struggle erupted in his mind.
Though brief, that internal struggle was exceptionally intense.
Once he had made up his mind, he pressed his lips together and deliberately kept his arm casual as he placed it around Luna's waist once more.
He had slept deeply during this nap, and after waking up, he was in excellent spirits. Perhaps because of that, his senses had become sharper as well.
The feeling was unmistakable. Though Luna's waist was soft, it possessed astonishing resilience.
It was like the branch of a willow tree—seemingly swaying with