[Today, Norma's just taking a walk back from the library, as is her usual routine. She's been far quieter ever since Marco left, though she's been purposefully finding things to do to keep her mind off things. As she walks along, humming to herself a soft, slow tune, she notes the movement from the corner of her eye and pauses. For a minute, she doesn't think much of it - just a bird washing itself in the fountain - but when it starts talking and flailing and--phoenix...oh god. She whirls around and immediately begins to panic, approaching and going through a list of mental preparations and stuff. What to do, what to do?!]
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Uh...h-hey there, Tu--uh, little guy... You lost?