Normally, Helm would object to someone hanging off the feathers on his chest like that. Because, more often than not, the creature who was hanging off his feathers was considerably larger and hazier than little Keisa. but because she was so light, her small weight did not bother the large bird.
Smiling down at the little Wind Bat hanging off his chest, Helm tilts his head at his friend. “You’re a great friend, too, Keisa.” Just for his own amusement, he slightly shifts his weight to the side, watching as the little Wind Bat swayed along with his feathers.
Keisa stayed quiet for now, purring quietly as she felt her body shift back and forth as Helm swayed. This was almost like being rocked back and forth, but instead of relaxing and easing away into sleep, the little Wind Bat had to focus on staying conscious and not letting go of Helm’s feathers.
It’s strange seeing Helm from this angle… if Keisa didn’t know that this was Helm that she was clinging to, she probably wouldn’t be able to tell whom it was above her from this angle. How strange that a simple angle change can change how something looks. Mind. Blown. At least for Keisa that’s the case.
A soft laugh escapes the Helmaroc. Even though it was difficult to view the little Wind Bat from this angle, he could feel her still clinging on. It was interesting, he thought, how someone as large as him could have a friend who was so small. Even to hylians, she was small. And compared to him? She was downright tiny. But that was all right. Size didn’t determine whether friendships were possible or not. Being so much larger than just about everyone he met, the Helmaroc King knew this well.
Helm stops swaying and stands still, with his head still looking down at Keisa. He had to tilt his head to get a better view of her, one golden eye looking down at the little Wind Bat. “You hanging on all right?”