"He does look exhausted." But also healthy, as far as he could tell at first glance, so there was no problem here. Hartley decided to simply sit down, looking at the egg, even though he wasn't rude enough to actually touch it. "I don't think you're in any danger of cooking it unless you actually throw it into the flames. Where did you get it?"

They should really be stricter about who was allowed eggs, but at least he seemed to be trying, which was more than what he could say for some. Echo climbed off his shoulder and ended up sniffing the egg, then nuzzled it. What else was new? "Sorry. Very affectionate."