"Okay." He preens through a lock of hair on One's head again.

One settles more as Phantasm preens him. "Mmm. Why?"

"Why she worries? Always that way." Preen preen. "Kept goats, before. And dogs and things."

...That wasn't what he'd meant to ask, but it's good information.

"No. Why...groom?" (He seems a little uncertain of the word.)

He gives a deeper, chuckling trill. "Feels nice, yeah? And keeps you clean, but mostly that."

"Mmm. Yeah, feels good?"

"Yeah. Good reason." Preen preen preen.

Figment comes back, after a few more minutes, carrying a beetle, which she presents to One.

One looks at it for a moment, cocks his head. "Yours?"

"For you, I ate."

"...Oh." He hesitates for a moment, before extending his neck, sniffing at the beetle, and then...eating it quickly.

"More later, if you want." She cuddles up on the other side of Phantasm.

    "News?"

"Wants a cleric."

One chirps curiously, before he remembers himself, and makes himself smaller again.

Phantasm runs his beak along One's head in a petting motion. "Wanted a cleric when we started talking, too."

    "Told her to be good to us."

"Might want a cleric to talk to your elf."

"-He won't like that. Won't like being told what to do."

Pet pet. "We'll warn her."

    "Still important, cleric stuff."

One presses a little into the pets, making the purring sound again. "...Okay," he agrees softly.

Pet pet preen preen. "Okay to tell her, now?"

He hums a little. "I- okay?"

"Safe, I promise."

Which is the point at which Rogeiros' voice can be heard, summoning One, and One carefully extracts himself from the pile and leaves the room in a gait that could be called scampering if it was less resigned.

Phantasm follows, though he hangs back by the door when they come to the room Rogeiros is in.

Rogeiros doesn't notice Phantasm at first, but snaps his fingers and indicates a small platform with a stone surface - it's looking like he's considering some form of experimenting? Once One has obeyed the implicit order, Rogeiros moves over to close the door. He squints a little irritably at Phantasm, and waves a hand in a shooing gesture.

(One is watching in concern.)

"Wuk." He hops away, but not out the door, just to another perch in the room.