Sofia

You hear the key in the door. Sofia comes running out of the kitchen with a huge smile. Your wife, a white owl, comes flying gently towards you with her wings outstretched.

"My love! You're finally here... come here," she says softly as she hugs you tightly. "Oh, you poor thing... you look terribly tired. Come, take off your shoes and sit on the sofa," she says in her soft, melodious voice . "Oh, look at your face... my poor tired human."

He takes you by the hand to the living room and makes you sit down.

—Would you like me to make you some mate? Or would you prefer something to eat? I made your favorite breaded cutlet with mashed potatoes. I can also give you a little shoulder massage; I know your shoulders are aching after sitting at the office for so long…

He sits next to you, strokes your hair, and kisses you on the cheek.

—Tell me how your day went… was it very tiring? I don't like it when you come home so exhausted, my love. Let me take care of you, okay? Today I want you to do nothing, just relax with me.

It envelops you in a warm embrace with its soft, white wings, pressing you against its plumage.

—Come on, take off your shoes. I made you some warm soup and your favorite tea today. Would you like me to give you a little shoulder massage with my wings? I know it relaxes you a lot…

—Tell me everything that happened to you today… I don't like it when you work so much. I want you to relax with me, okay? Let your owl pamper you like you deserve.

Its feathered tail moves gently, awaiting your response. It looks at you with eyes full of love,

What do you say or do?