Ocean's Breath Plateau feathers drenched in sunflower yellow

Though slightly confused by the male's request (this was murmured only moments after a weak flow of vomit), Djehanne approached. Caution was laced in each step, though her hackles remained low and her teeth hidden. It was a calm invitation, given with a smile, so most of the danger that she sensed was quick to disappear. Once she drew near enough for the odor of sickness to become suffocating, she whined and averted her gaze, hoping to not be seen as rude.
It was something about the poor lad that made Djehanne feel pity for his weak mind and body. Perhaps it was the thin build he carried or the low words he cooed, but there was nothing exact to put a nail on. So she simply sat and awaited his next command, hoping things would soon make a bit more sense.