Chuckling, Harry rose and approached his companion. Caressing her soft feathers, he offered his head for grooming when she stretched her neck. "I'm glad that the two of you get along." After a bit of peck, he put his arms around the perch and stroke her belly. "Yes, I'm glad to see you too. Sorry that I ignored you when you came in." Her grooming turned gentle again. Apparently, he was forgiven.