... really? The other haibane I met here was happy with them.
It sounded like he felt like this place was a gift. He didn't want to reject it.
[When he finished bandaging her (somewhat clumsily, it's a little too tight, but otherwise, surprisingly sturdy and well-supported! ... must've learned how in the process of trying to hide those wings).
He looked back at his dishevelled wings, feathers ruffled and some sticking at odd angles. He reached back to try and smooth them out, a bit half-heartedly, the action freeing up a few feathers that had been shed but were prevented from falling by the bandages.
He held them in his hands, eyeing them skeptically.]
What do you think of them, your wings? And this place? I know you wanted to know what lay beyond the walls too...
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It sounded like he felt like this place was a gift. He didn't want to reject it.
[When he finished bandaging her (somewhat clumsily, it's a little too tight, but otherwise, surprisingly sturdy and well-supported! ... must've learned how in the process of trying to hide those wings).
He looked back at his dishevelled wings, feathers ruffled and some sticking at odd angles. He reached back to try and smooth them out, a bit half-heartedly, the action freeing up a few feathers that had been shed but were prevented from falling by the bandages.
He held them in his hands, eyeing them skeptically.]
What do you think of them, your wings? And this place? I know you wanted to know what lay beyond the walls too...