[She is not ready to lose him either, having only just found that bit of peace that she hoped to enjoy for at least a little longer. She might not need him as her wings anymore, but she would always need him. He'd seen her at her worst, after all, and he was still here. Still able to open beak or mouth to talk back or point out the error of her ways. Not many would and she knew, fledgling or not, that she needed that.]

You do realize that the lifespan of a fairy is not that of a human. Or a raven, for that matter. I'll be around long after Aurora has had her children and they have had theirs and so on.

[Which is likely why she'd been so easily twisted by hurt and anger, being as young as she had been.]

But I think I'll keep you around a bit longer. At least until I find something bigger.

[Ah, that was a tease and he should recognize it as such.]