It was through sheer force of will that Arven had prevented himself, this whole time, from making sure his friend had got the best out of her predicament. She was, after all... a bird. Of course she was hardly a sea eagle that could soar the heavens and skim the oceans, but she could fly nonetheless, exploring worlds that even an adventurer like Arven couldn't begin to envisage. He hoped she'd experienced all that and scrounged at least a few positive memories from her predicament.

But not enough for him to have actually said it outloud. After all, telling a begrudging wren that she was lucky to have wings felt like telling a blind person that they were lucking to have enhanced hearing.

An arm thrust itself out of the window. A robed, waving, human arm. A lopsided smile spread irresistibly across Arven's face, but his expression turned quickly to one of concern (and amusement) as the rest of the human followed suit. Out the window, the lot of her.

The way Miss Dempsey now lay on the grass was reminiscent of a teenager discovering their suddenly elongated mass of limbs. Arven sprang forward, smiling again, arm immediately extended to help her up.

"Almost drowning — done. Shaking off a curse — easy. What's next for the intrepid Porphyria Dempsey?"