He says it so easily, like it's a given and he doesn't know why anybody would think differently and she doesn't know what she's done to deserve that blind trust. It makes her cheeks burn. "Because of the way I look, I suppose," she murmurs, shrugging with her shoulders and wings both.
"It gives you a certain advantage, yes," he agrees, which is the complete opposite of what she's thinking. Her wings has only been in her way ever since she arrived, too big to make her useful in any tight spaces and completely unnecessary since she can't fly anywhere. Even showering is hard because the showerhead is not built with someone like her in mind and she has been oiling them carefully to make sure that she doesn't lose her feathers outside of molting season. "The same way my eyes make me look const
