I think I can manage without it.

[He coaxes the bird up onto his forearm, not bothering with any extra protection. Her talons dent into the fabric of his yukata but don't tear it even as he gently jostles her by lifting her up. Aqila lets out a soft cry as he pets her chest and the top of her head with one finger.]

Hm, we'll have to get something set up outside for her... she won't tolerate being kept indoors for too long.

[But that should be simple. Something for her to perch on for a start, then anything else can come after.]