He makes a loud melodic squawking sound, then covers his mouth.
Are you okay? What was that!?
He may or may not be a phoenix now.
“May or may not be. Possibly. Probably.” He tugs his cloak closer around himself.
If you climb back up that tree, so help me I will drag you back out of it by your ear.
*grimaces and folds his ears*
That’s low. Even for me.