Daine recognizes that one. He's thanking you, she explains to Softwing, who gives Edgar a solemn blink of acknowledgement. And I thank you as well. She's familiar enough with owls to know better than to try one's patience, even for something as innocuous as admiring it. Good hunting.

True to form, Softwing takes off without any further discussion, gliding low over the lawn as she heads back toward the forest. Daine watches her until she disappears into the trees, then turns to Edgar. "Bats?"