"A bird." Zack repeated thoughtfully. He liked the little creature. "What is the purpose of a pet?" He asked as she took his hand and helped him stroke the creature." He liked the way the little creature felt under his hand. The feathers were soft. He like the way her hand felt in his more. Her hands were soft too but in a different way. He groaned as she helped him to his frets. "I am sorry to make you go to so much effort for me. He breathed a sigh if relief when she helped him to the bed. "Thank you for everything." He laid back and closed his eyes.