[ Flynn is kind of with Repede on this one, actually: he's a little suspicious of this smoke bird now resting happily on Yuri's arm, staring him dead in the eyes.

Still. Repede's barking is echoing off cobblestones and buildings, so Flynn pushes a hand into his fur, scratching up under his brace the way Flynn knows he likes. ]

If Yuri says it's fine, then it's fine. We'll keep him safe, right? It's... not very big, but it certainly came out of nowhere. Yuri, what were you doing before that appeared? Could this be related to your blood?