[Kenly]

As she sang to him, she let the images of what the words meant filter into his mind, along with the meaning:
Fly little bird...
mother's calling you...
the sky grows dark...
and the world is harsh...
stay where it's safe...
keep warm and dry...
fly little bird...
mother's calling you...

When she was done singing, she looked up at him to see his reaction. She let her fingers lightly trail across his abdomen again, running small circles as they moved.