[He moves to curl close around her, that free arm settling around her back. His wings don't quite encircle her yet, but his feathers graze her elbows, light. He nestles in, warm.]
You're gonna smell like nasty bird ass if you stay here.
[But he doesn't even start to let go. After a pause, he asks:]
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[He moves to curl close around her, that free arm settling around her back. His wings don't quite encircle her yet, but his feathers graze her elbows, light. He nestles in, warm.]
You're gonna smell like nasty bird ass if you stay here.
[But he doesn't even start to let go. After a pause, he asks:]
You okay?