"You don't have to forgive me right away. I can think of some ways I can make it up to you. If you want. And you've always been soft, at least to me." She chuckled when Maggie came over to help. She didn't speak bird, but it didn't take a genius to see she was jealous. "Thank you for helping me," she beamed. Reaching out, she started to gently scritch the bird behind the neck - the only place most birds couldn't reach to preen themselves - and she chuckled when the bird fluffed her feathers, leaning forward more so Mary had easier access.