(I'll just start as if she's been moved there so it's okay if she acts dumb.)
Vitta boinked her luminous golden eyes a few times, trying to remember what has happened. Some of her feathers had been taken, some of her blood too. Maybe it was a dream? She closed her eyes and counted to three (that was as far as she could) hoping she would wake up when she opened them.
She was still there. "Curses," the bird muttered.