With the way she is touching and stroking her wings and hands over his body, Skellig pays absolutely zero mind to the 'logistics' of how exactly her wings are moving over his skin - not noticing at all.

(Every nerve ending in his body feels incredible and he allows himself to just let go and truly enjoy it. Sitting up like this also makes it much easier for him to run his hands over her body as well, and he does so eagerly - only breaking their kiss when his lungs protest the lack of oxygen.)

"Don't know how I lived before without this," he mutters against her shoulder. "Without you. You are so good to me. So very, very good to me."