Walking to the cell next to it, I place the phoenix on the bed. At least this cell has one. The phoenix stares at me and nestles against it. His eyes look sad, and I can tell he is in pain. I wish I had magic so I could heal him. Maybe I could try to siphon some from somewhere? Taking my jumper off, I cringe. I only have one and two changes of clothes. Hopefully, it won’t get too cold, but the little creature needs it more than I do. So, I make him a makeshift nest out of it.
“I have to go,” I say, patting his head. He watches me and nestles into his bed. But when I try to leave, he squawks, and my heart races at the noise.
I rush back, clamping my hand on its beak. “Shh, shh… They will hear. You have to be quiet. I will try to catch you some mice or find some food, but you have to be
