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[eschewings]

[ huaisang, on the other hand, has always been in the habit of naming his birds — even back home, every single one he always gave a name to. his brother had advised him against it, "they're just birds, a-sang, and most are injured when you're taking them in, if you name them you'll be more devastated if they die";

huaisang hadn't really cared. he'd have been devastated regardless, and did the fact that someone was close to death mean they'd deserve a name any less? ]

I can try, [ he says, and proceeds to make a string of chirps and clicks. for a moment, the babies are silent; then their cries resume. ]

Ah... they're too hungry to listen to me. I think we need to feed them first, and then they might be able to answer.

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Here.

（ he foists the box into huaisang's hands quite without preamble, and then produces a small sealed tin from one pocket. it has a collection of grubs and worms and other such things he deemed acceptable food for their age after a bit of research on the local species.

that he feels a pang of empathy for the little insects is irrelevant.

he gestures for the two of them to take a seat on a nearby fallen log so their hands can be free for the feeding. ）

I've been tending to them every two hours. They are — insistent.