"Ara!" I shouted, as he came into the room with the microwave attached to him. I stood, and watched as it flew to the other side of the room. I went to Ara, who was still glaring at the microwave. He was shaking, whether from shock, fear or angry, I didn't know. I wrapped my arms around him, and touched his trembling wings. I put one hand on the back of his head, one around his back, and hugged him tightly. I stroked his hair softly. I whispered in his ear, "It's fine. Don't worry. It's just a stupid kitchen appliance with legs."