The owl is gorgeous, and Edgar finds himself holding his breath respectfully. He dips his head a little - half nod, half bow - before gently taking Daine's wrist.

Can you tell her that I'm very pleased to meet her, he asks, feeling a little foolish even as he does so, and that she's lovely? It seems a silly thing to say to an owl, but it's the truth and he feels he should say something.