[ Despite the fact that the birds have made no move to attack, even when perceiving a threat, Gamora is still hesitant to abandon her weapon. But with that pointed look from Peter, she sighs in resignation, returning Godslayer to her hip and taking her hand off of it. ]
No, we won't.
[ The bird closest to them seems to settle, slowly and hesitantly, and the fear in its song eases back into curiosity as it steps closer. It extends its neck – and Gamora suddenly realizes how long it is – to coo at Peter again. ]
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No, we won't.
[ The bird closest to them seems to settle, slowly and hesitantly, and the fear in its song eases back into curiosity as it steps closer. It extends its neck – and Gamora suddenly realizes how long it is – to coo at Peter again. ]
... I think it likes when you talk to it.