Zi fought to keep a frown off his face. "It's getting late, Mistress. You really should sleep. You have another show tomorrow," He suggested, but his tone said very clearly that it wasn't a suggestion. He wanted her inside. Spending time outside, after the events of the party, didn't seem like a good idea. And for all he cared, the bird could get eaten or something. That's just how nature worked. Call me cold, he thought, scolding himself silently for almost breaking his stoic character.