[ He's been fighting it! It's really really hard! He waits for her to see her feathers, shaking his head as he struggles to rein his smile back in.

Even if it eases his heart, hearing her concern. But then she finally notices her own feathers...and he has to cough behind a hand again when she initially believes something else entirely. Or not, surely no one is that oblivious! Yes. He'll go with that. ]

Come to my rooms sometime today, I'll show you how to tend them.

[ By them...he means her feathers. Really. Really really. ]

Gardening would be something you might find familiar, and soothing. It's a good idea.