[Ow. Ow.

Even Byleth couldn't help but wince with each powerful peck driven into his boots, leaving tiny little indents in the leather as he subtly scooted back half a step, wiggling his smarting toes to alleviate the sting. Maybe she was annoyed about the cloaca thing...]

Ah- no, it's fine. They were only little pecks.

[He is a strong, independent mercenary! He can handle being attacked by a little bird!]

I have to say, she has a lot character. It seems like she'll be a handful to deal with.