"It feels like you don't have your feathers tangled at all," Kaori reports to the bird. "But...it does feel like you're really taut. Are you doing that, or is that natural?"
The bird squawks. Who knows what it means.

The bird squawks again.
"What do you mean?" Kaori asks. "If your feathers aren't tangled, then surely you could have flown before now, right?" He specifies, "Before the two of us even came here?"
No clue what that squawk meant. 

"Is there some kind of medical condition for birds that causes that?" Kaori wonders. He has taken his hand off of the bird, obviously, and backed away a little. He also seems afraid to keep too much distance, though, maybe with some irrational phobia that something bad will happen to it if so.

"I guess diagnosis would be needed, but I don't think he really wants to go to the vet or an animal hospital," he guesses, staring at the bird, which stares right back at him. 

"I don't know. Maybe he fell off from the tree, and that resulted in some muscle sprain?" he randomly guesses.

The bird has never studied its own anatomy. It actually ponders that for a moment before giving a disgruntled squawk, like "How would I know?"
"Maybe it's just the muscles that allow him to fly that are sprained? Or just one or a few of them?" Kaori guesses again. 

"I dunno. Presuming seems presumptuous," Kaori says, with a little smile at his stupid little joke.

Kaori shrugs, thinking. To be honest, even if he had the money to pay for the bird going to an animal hospital or a vet's, they'd still have to convince the bird to want to go in the first place--and, in reality, the opposite case exists.

The bird doesn't actually like to be pitied. It tries its best to look back at Francis and squawks. 

Reasonable.
Kaori's still thinking. Yay.

"I think I might have an idea," Kaori pipes after a while. 

"Well, let's ask him first," he goes, clarifying: "About whether or not he would actually want to go to the veterinary if he can go."

"We'll find one with really, really nice people in it," Kaori adds as he tries to reassure the bird and assuage its concerns, not that he has any idea what the heck he's doing. "I think all people in vets are really nice, though, but we'll look for one with super nice people in it." He adds under his breath, "And also willingness to maybe offer a temporary discount. That would be nice."
The bird chirps. Or at least it tries. The sound is ever-so-slightly grating on the ears. One probably wouldn't be able to tell from the reactions of the two hoomans here, though.

Kaori seems to just be presuming that that was a yes, maybe from the logic of the chirp sounding much better than the other sounds the bird had made before, or maybe no logic at all. At this point, it's slightly difficult to gauge what type of person he is in that type of regards. "Great," he goes with a smile. "So that's a yes, right?" he asks enthusiastically, though from the look in his eyes it looks like he's bearing himself for a sudden screech from the bird to tell him that he's wrong.
Thankfully for him, though, it doesn't happen. The bird just kinda tries to ruffle the feathers on its wing and squawks.

"I can carry him," he offers cheerily. After thinking a bit (and making it quite clear that he's doing so), he adds, "I'd probably get a few towels for that. I'm sure hotel staff wouldn't mind as long as I wash the towels well afterwards."
The bird squawks, maybe sounding slightly offended.