Escorted
Osho sighed and looked down at Gale. The bird was still out cold. Luckily, he didn't seem to be suffering from any ailments from what he could tell, mostly due to their bond.
He gently stroked his feathers, his hands tracing across the markings he'd simply deemed as an aesthetic change after Gale evolved.
He was keenly aware that the attention of the students was split between him and Mrs Jane, with Ellie and the members of his squad staring at him worriedly, but he couldn't be bothered at the moment.
Instead, his mind spun with all sorts of thoughts. More specifically, about his ability and the implications it held.
