[No comment will be made. Even if it was only the matter of bruising his ego, she wouldn't. But it's impossible to forget how Estinien was warped by the true shade of Nidhogg. Even if, some extremely dark part of her notes, the Mistress' take on the two is a ridiculously aesthetically pleasing one.]
[Yenh crosses to the window and begins puzzling out the way the glass and moulding have trapped him. She lays a hand on the wing's wrist.]
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[Yenh crosses to the window and begins puzzling out the way the glass and moulding have trapped him. She lays a hand on the wing's wrist.]
Can you feel them? Your wings.