"Can water touch you now?" That voice that spoke was soft and a whisper, careful to not be loud. Less to keep from calling attention and more so he wouldn't hurt the precious bird somehow. A very real fear of his at all times since he hurt someone once when he was very small.

Stroking Gaja's head, he stayed still so he wouldn't startle him as he was nuzzled. "I can wash you clean of the ash."