If the situation, the confession from Koby, hadn't activated his protective instinct, that quiet admission would have. His feathers rise, like the hackles on another animal. If he wasn't already going to do whatever he could to help - he damn well will now. To look out for someone in trouble, to make a difference...

That immediate urge to move, to fight, to seek out the problem and take care of it, softens a bit when Koby grips his hand back. "Good plan," he says aloud. Grey begins to bleed from the edges of his feathers, fading back to white. A direction. A way forward. "I was going to suggest Nadine, at least. If she doesn't know, she'd know someone who would."