His grin is as it always is. A half flick of a mandible, the slight cant of his head. The starlight over his feathers igniting the gold collar, brightening its inset eyes. This is good times. All of it. So much better than...

... he shakes his head, sobering as Koby does. Different.

Despite the blindfold of feathers, Garru's attention flicks over Koby. Looking him up and down carefully, Hoping there clarity of his senses are going to make things more obvious. They don't. "Different how?" he asks, carefully. Worried, despite himself.