[His anger had been over-taken by the love held for his sister, unable to do what he had set out to do once he had finally fell into the time he'd been looking for. Oswald could not kill Lacie, he couldn't, no matter everything that had happened. No matter all of the anger.

So for now? For now he still simply was too tired to be angry, for the moment at least.]

Birds can be strange and tempermental things. [He would know, right.]

The smaller ones are fine, yes. [Headbird is still staring at Jack, feathers slightly ruffled. Of course Oswald glanced upwards, even if he wouldn't even see said bird.] At least they are fine so long as not bothered, I would assume.