The fire burned away all of his clothes but he didn't mind. When nothing but ash was left, he made sure that the bathroom was protected, lingering there whenever his father wasn't demanding his attention. So he was there when the bird emerged from the pile of ash. Resting against the side of the tub, he watched the beautiful bird slowly coming to life.

Reaching out, he gently stroked his feathers to brush away the ash. To reveal the colors now that he'd been reborn. A quiet little smile came to his lips as he watched him, giving him time to come to and see that he was safe and in his new life.

A part of him was already mourning sneaking him out of here though. Then he'd go back to his lonely life again. Longing for companionship and fearing what his father wanted him to be. But this was...not really a choice he had so far as he could tell. He could only just exist like this and try to save this one person who didn't deserve all of this.