[Rei steps in, and the two birds caw out a long, low, mournful sound and flap off of Rei's shoulder to find a perch. The back of the couch, and there they sit, eyes staring intently at the girls.

The miko crosses the room to the table and takes a seat without prompting.]

Water would be fine, but if you have tea prepared, I accept. [A beat.] And please forgive Phobos and Deimos. They dislike being apart from me of late.