[there's the slightest of hesitations before he reaches out to accept the jacket...and even then, he runs his thumb over the fabric as if he was half expecting it to disappear or else prove to be nothing more than an illusion. But the material is as solid and sure as he could expect, and the jacket offers some modesty, however ill-fitting it was. He winced slightly as it lay a little too tightly over his newly acquired wings, but it was a small price to pay for the increased propriety.]

You and Hornblower. I suppose, in the midst of all else here, that finding the pair of you thick as thieves should be the least of my surprises.