Iris: *just aggressively clings onto Jenna’s arm, not wanting to let it go for now. She gives the feather a wary look of regard, then puts her head down on Jenna’s shoulder, continuing with her upset noises, though they are decreasing in volume now*
Zach: *moves into the the doorway of Desiree’s room* Hey, you. *grins* How are you doing? I heard you played a bet and lost.