Hearing a rustle in the night, you awaken to the vague outline Owluar sitting in the corner of your room in total silence. You're not really sure how long they've been there for, or if it was their presence that had even woke you in the first place. Regardless, they remain perfectly still, completely unreadable.
They do not react at all as you flick on the light, but as you climb out of bed, you see their head slowly track your movements. Taking slow, quiet steps in the night, you walk up to them and wrap them in a very gentle hug. After a moment, you feel their wings on your back like oversized blankets.
The angle is a little awkward, but you feel like you can rest like this for a while