Komali clung grumpily to Samus, but the pain was starting to seep in now, and it plastered all his feathers tight to his body, making him seem even smaller than he was.

Samus was angry, and an angry Samus Aran had a sort of aura that made speaking, even to call Sherry a noony-head seem unwise. Surely, she was one, but something told Komali to hunker down, shut up and do nothing more than give a little wave at 'Mister Chief' over the broken bone that was really beginning to hurt.