he could whisper himself into a falcon and try to escape , but if it came to that , he would likely wear those feathers forever ; he had no one to whisper him back again . she kept trying to fill that empty space with more talking . the light escaped the blanket on all sides . `` what 's the matter with the fit ? '' he answers their questions as best as possible . a ghost of a smile formed on his lips as my mouth fell open . 