There's criticism and then there's complaining from someone with absolutely no sense of humor.

[The tree was her backdrop as she turned back to him, her smile more of a smile than a smirk now as she let him know in her own way that she was pleased to have him here.]

Would you prefer to remain a bird here? I cannot send you back as I cannot even find my own way back to the moors, but I can at least do that much.

If you'd prefer.