"It was very close, earlier."

Settling with the amulet in his hand, he looks over her body once more (a flush briefly colors the tips of his ears and his cheeks) before closing his eyes.

Hair, first. Then his complexion, skin darkening, an added tan from the sun kissing the way over his flesh. Then the wings flickering briefly before they are concealed from view.

When he thinks he has it, he does need her help, however, to knot the cord for the amulet. His hands ache. And it is tricky, with his fingers.