[He runs a hand through his feathers, showing talons which have been allowed to grow unchecked, wicked and dirty and cracked. He is in a severe need of a manicure, to be honest.]

That sounds lovely. If I never have to chew an old root or choke down pond algae, it will be too soon.

[But he had eaten whatever he could nonetheless - it hadn't made him happy or well fed, but it had kept him alive at least.

Then, his voice softens with sincerity as well as guilt.]

I'm glad to be back, too. I- I've missed everyone.