The Chekeri didn’t seem satisfied with Senjen’s answer in the slightest. They tilted their head and studied them both on a slant. Their beak hung open a crack.

“Who would have good cause to invite you, fella? We can’t see inside your heart – It may be blackened. Brittle. Maybe you’ve spent too long in the cold water with your friend, eh?”

A couple of other Chekeri with purple scarves exited nests behind them and came up the aisle. It was very plausible they were just looking to squeeze past to go to the toilet, but Light doubted it somehow.

“Senjen.” He warned simply, turning so they were back-to-back and he was facing the newcomers.

“Maybe tell the nice Chekeri more about our very special invite, or I’m about to get pummelled into your back.”