The idea of even touching the bird’s talons and beak was also about as appealing as dating said aforementioned Trolloc, and Johan found himself struggling to keep his feelings from his face. He’d always been something of an open book. It was something he had never worked on changing. He wasn’t from Cairhien, and, besides, he’d always been beneath people’s notice. He could have painted his face bright blue and no one would have seen or cared.
Now, though, he bit his lip to stop himself from saying anything, and then plastered yet another smile on his face. Birds were simply not his thing. Animals had never been a part of his life. He didn’t really understand it.
But he couldn’t keep his mouth closed for too long.
“How…” He stopped and then started again. “All she’s known is the Tower, right? How do you know she can survive elsewhere? The world outside is completely different. Don’t you worry…” He left the sentence hanging.
Don’t you worry that she could die.
“I mean, it’s just a rabbit on a rope…”
Now, though, he bit his lip to stop himself from saying anything, and then plastered yet another smile on his face. Birds were simply not his thing. Animals had never been a part of his life. He didn’t really understand it.
But he couldn’t keep his mouth closed for too long.
“How…” He stopped and then started again. “All she’s known is the Tower, right? How do you know she can survive elsewhere? The world outside is completely different. Don’t you worry…” He left the sentence hanging.
Don’t you worry that she could die.
“I mean, it’s just a rabbit on a rope…”

