Skellig glances over at Iset - she is sound asleep, her body already desperately trying to recover now that she can BREATHE - and then reaches up to his neck, to slip off his amulet. The "shadow" vanishes and this in turn exposes his wings, which he carefully stretches the smallest amount before he brings one forward, close enough for the child to touch.
(Meanwhile, he quickly preens at his shoulder with one hand, seeking out a few feathers that are loose enough to pluck free.)
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Skellig glances over at Iset - she is sound asleep, her body already desperately trying to recover now that she can BREATHE - and then reaches up to his neck, to slip off his amulet. The "shadow" vanishes and this in turn exposes his wings, which he carefully stretches the smallest amount before he brings one forward, close enough for the child to touch.
(Meanwhile, he quickly preens at his shoulder with one hand, seeking out a few feathers that are loose enough to pluck free.)
"You were right about the wings," he says softly.