The bird cawed again, a sound that almost seemed like a chuckle. Jessamyn laughed, the sound breaking through her melancholy. She sat on a nearby bench, the cool stone a stark contrast to the warmth of Jayjay's presence.
"You always follow me around. Did he ask you to?" she said, her voice a whisper in the night. "Even when I'm lost in my own thoughts, I am comforted knowing you are always nearby. Do you know that?"
Jayjay cawed softly, as if in agreement. Jessamyn gently rubbed Jayjay's neck with the back of her forefinger, and the bird nuzzled its beak into her hand. The gesture was tender, filled with an unspoken bond that had grown over time.
"It's cold here, isn't it? Have you gotten used to the cold? You live here longer than I do, don't you?" she asked.
Jayjay looked at Jessamyn, nuzzling closer to her. Jessamyn smiled and covered the bird with her coat, creating a small cocoon of warmth for her feathered friend.
