"You should not be, and I do care, and I will go on caring. Your suffering does not help me. Your recovery will."
The smew squirms under the gyrfalcon's wings, whimpering, and makes a tentative escape attempt.
There is really no practical way for the gyrfalcon to keep hold of him. So he doesn't.
She reaches down and picks him up and holds him, not deliberately bringing him into contact with Sherlock but not going far out of her way to avoid it either.
The gyrfalcon flutters up to perch on Sherlock's shoulder and then bends down to run his beak through Shell Bell's hair.
Shell Bell puts her head on Sherlock's shoulder and closes her eyes and falls asleep, smew on her chest.
Sherlock sits down and holds them in her lap and snuggles them. Her gyrfalcon continues to preen Shell Bell's hair.
Meanwhile Cam and Amariah are still looking for the accompanying Jokers and each other. Cam, midflight, asks the alethiometer: "Can harpies attack more than one person at a time?"
"A flight of harpies will often harry a much larger group of ghosts," says the alethiometer, "although they do not prefer to."
"What about live people, can a single harpy attack more than one of us?"
Cam bounces these results to the link and starts grilling the alethiometer for directions to find the others.
Kas, still trailed by an entourage of hopeful ghosts, is the first one to find him. He's having much better luck consulting his alethiometer.
"Hi," says Cam. He doesn't land; he doesn't want to be among the chilly ghosts. "You're better with these things than I am, where to to meet up with Amariah and Aianon?"