[Owl again leans happily into the pettings.

And when you decide to ignore blindingly obvious warning signs and climb in, the voice from the heart's start echoes in your ears, barely more than a whisper:]

"Idiot. I did tell you to find something first, didn't I? You'll have to keep looking before we can talk."

[A bright purple force repels you, throwing you backward. I hope you're holding onto that owl...]