[he presses his palms over his eyes, leaning against arms propped up on his elbows. he speaks without any emotion in his voice.]

Little bird he hears the sigh and he might be the last to die.
There's really nothing to be said when blood is dry and the moon is dead.

[and then his gaze flickers back up towards Euri. he sounds more himself.]

Crows are wicked things, you know. They'll eat the young of other birds.