"Damian's the youngest of us. Robins." Us, in this case, the same way he'd use Vox Machina as us. As family and unit of justice. His explanation of the spell made her eyes go a little soft and her smile rueful. "They're not going to stay? That's too bad. It would have been cool to have this guy around. Teach at least one of them to have some fun."

She stopped petting the bird and picked up her juice instead. "How did they get here?"