[His wing twitches a little and he lets out a little laugh through his nose--almost all his laughter is like that, unvoiced and breathless and brief--because he isn't used to being touched on that side of his wings, and it tickles. He bumps her shoulder gently with his.]

Good. 'Cause you see, you passed the Strider pad endurance test, and first prize is getting pretty much stuck with us for the rest of forever. Sorry about it.