[For a moment after he draws near he's lost in the warmth of her company, the joy that wells within him. Something about the woman always leaves him feeling a bit foolish and overly clumsy, though he has not yet sorted out a way to avoid it. Not that he wishes to do so. His hands are light, surprisingly delicate as he rests a hand upon her back, well clear of her injured wings.]
These feathers are not for flight, I fear. They are little more than annoyances more often than not.
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[For a moment after he draws near he's lost in the warmth of her company, the joy that wells within him. Something about the woman always leaves him feeling a bit foolish and overly clumsy, though he has not yet sorted out a way to avoid it. Not that he wishes to do so. His hands are light, surprisingly delicate as he rests a hand upon her back, well clear of her injured wings.]
These feathers are not for flight, I fear. They are little more than annoyances more often than not.