Phil chews on that for a moment.

"Yeah, she is that kind of woman, huh?" He still remembers the way she repeatedly offered herself to his aid when he first stumbled out into the hall after Halloween. A hand, a hug, a breakfast... only the first of which he actually took, but hey. "It's nice of you to allow her to, then. People feel helpless if they can't help."

He glances up across the table briefly. "Speaking of... hey, take a look." He extends his wing. "No more pinfeathers. Who'da thought, huh?"