He shifts his right wing slightly as her fingers dig into his feathers, allowing them to settle around her touch, relishing in the way the contact feels. Others have touched his wings before (this he remembers) in ways that were not meant to hurt him, but the inside of his wings...that is different. Very few have gotten this close to him.

For many reasons.

"So does that," he says. Tipping his head into her hand as she cards her fingers through his hair, he nuzzles lightly at her wrist, kissing at her palm.