Kitt watched the scene from the sidelines, flinching away slightly as White gripped tightly onto him. He took a step to one side and coughed into his fist awkwardly. White could be strange at times, and so Kitt let the weird moment slip without a comment, instead focusing his attention to the sky. Clouds hung low, tinged orange and pink in the sun. But it was not this spectacle of natural beauty that had caught Kitt's eye. It was more the swooping shadow that circled high above the group, from a mere smudge on the horizon to where it was now, finally visible for what it was.
Evellyn swooped down with a high mewl, spreading her wings and coming to an elegant landing a few metres from where Kitt stood beside White. The falcon fluttered her feathers a few times and cried again, amber eyes glinting.
"Oh fancy that... Back are you?" Kitt glared at the bird with dark bitterness, his sullen attitude back again. Evellyn ducked her head and clicked her beak, shuffling where she stood. "Yeah, I waited for you to return. Flying off and then not coming back for weeks." Still glaring, Kitt knelt down, holding out one gloved hand.
He sighed and held it out a little further until the falcon hopped up, crooning and clicking her beak affectionately. It was then he noticed the object held tight in her claws, glinting in the sunlight. All anger at the bird gone, Kitt held out his other hand and watched as Evellyn dropped it into his palm. It was the Szarda crest that he had thrown away on that stormy night; still caked in now-dried mud and tarnished blood. The bird clicked her beak and nuzzled into Kitt's cloak affectionately as he closed his fingers around the crest, a grin catching the corner of his mouth.