[It's silly, he knows, to find common grounds with a bird... but Ignis can't help a bit of fondness to his glance as his gaze looks to where he saw her last.]

I see. Well, sometimes one can only make an attempt to know if it is too soon or not. A bit of a pity, yet it is what it is.

Still, something that can fly is quite a challenge to find on one's own. Would you be opposed to help? Think of it as my thanks for when you allowed me to... borrow your knife for cooking that one day.

[That's how they'll describe that, with the fae being present as they are.]