He held his hands behind his back, still making no move to sit. He’d never been very good with animals. Well, he had never really interacted with them. The only animals he had ever known had been pests or food; sometimes both. You didn’t stick your nose up at rat stew when the alternative was nothing at all.
“So,” he said, continuing to pretend that he hadn’t heard the offer, his eyes back on the eagle. He hadn’t liked how it had puffed up. “Did you bring them with you when you came to the Tower? I’ve never really heard of Aes Sedai keeping birds of prey. You’re the first.”

