"A heron? Heron." He thought about it, trying to remember. He doesn't know what a heron looks like. "I regret to never see a heron back home. Back home, I had seen swans and cranes." By regret, he died young before experience what he should.

The instructors all too cheerfully give instructions. From riding the vehicles properly, to turning on the machine to start the motor.

Perhaps because a bird is sitting on a bird. He's amused, and he actually chuckles. "What's wrong Leanne? Is something the matter?"