"Hello, Skellig," she says, smile warm. The name is soft as owl feathers, as sharp as owl talons. Healer, protector.

She shivers when he touches her wing and his touch feels familiar. It shouldn't, NO ONE has ever touched her wings.

"I was afraid it would be something like that. I think I may be able to help with your need to blend in, to not stand out." It FELT like a matter of NEED as opposed to want, at least. "Even with your wings hidden, your skin would make you stand out even in a port city near here."

Kreyu offers more beer. She makes her own, as do most of the households around here, so she has plenty.