Neverwinter Forest lemon boy and me started to get along together

Every day like clockwork, he heard the screeches—the calls for that bird. Kratos never understood the attachment Phillip had to it, more-or-less saw it as a snack, but after he’d learned not to touch it—that it is important and that Phillip is important, he’d left it alone.
Today, the calls don’t come.  
Kratos eases to his feet. He ventures first to Zephyr, giving the silver a quick sniff-lick, making sure he is in stable enough condition that it didn’t matter if he walked a dozen feet away where he could see a pathetic, sad shadow under a tree.
He hates that he sorta understands why Phillip stays away.
You ain’t calling today? He says in lieu of a greeting, plopping his ass down next to Phillip before he sphinxes out—his back kills.