For the lack of it's true master, I guess that it is.

[He opened his hand and the butterfly flaps its wings, the tiny chimes sounding a little like it was scolding him. Jinga just sighs and blows on it, making it fly off only to come back around and perch on his head.]

Technically it is one of the many messengers my wife creates, but since coming here, it has decided to adopt me.