Jwls caught her before she fell.
"What is wrong with your human?" Bazl asked, his slitted yellow eyes staring with interest. "Is it ill?"
"More like easily frightened." Jwls swept her into his arms.
"Strange race. I received one for study some time ago."
"What did you learn?"
"That one must care for humans. I left on business and returned to find it dead in its cage."
"They require regular sustenance."
"And they cry all the time," Bazl exclaimed with a wave of his taloned hands. "'Bring me home. Don't hurt me.' Not once thanking me for the honor I did them in choosing them for my studies."
"Ungracious lot," Jwls said to agree, meanwhile he couldn't blame the human. Test subjects rarely survived Bazl's explorative techniques.
"You mentioned in your message that you need my help in
