Saker sat with his birds. The Peregrine sat in space, buffeted by the storm outside.
They sat in the nursery, and the soft pulsing of the children around him was comforting. The room was dark, except for the large masses of metal floating around him and his feathered friends. Sometimes a child would come up to them, and Saker would attempt to hug the front end of it, like a beetle trying to hug an elephant.