[As soon as Shiro is out of his arms, Ritsu flops back against the closest wall. His halo shimmers faintly. His bird, unsympathetic, hops up onto his shoulder and begins to preen.]

It's fine. I wasn't thinking either. Even if it doesn't think I'm doing the right thing, it should have to listen to me... So I could have called it down from the start.

[Probably. Anyway.]

...We should go find your apothecary.

[He'll be okay. His hackles may have exited the atmosphere to get away from that crowd, but they're still safely in orbit.]