She laughs. "A bit, yes."

She sighs in pleasure as he fills her. "Hm. Yes, just like that." She shivers when his wings touch her on her upper arms and hips, luxuriating in the sensation. "My beautiful owl, my Skellig," she whispers back.

"You might be able to hold me with your wings alone, especially if you lightened me," she muses. "Enclose me entirely while you claim your mate."