No. Not a bad weird. [The wing buzzes slightly as it's settled back into place, a reflex that ripples the water with a short, rapid hum.

Its twin reacts similarly, the same involuntary vibration against Morgan's touch as he first starts to adjust it, as he first starts to brace, as he first starts to drag the pressure of his nails. Each earns a shudder, the latter bringing gooseflesh up along the redhead's arms as he lets out a deep exhale.]

Uh... I think it's more delicate than the rest of me. That's what it feels like. But it's not, um... [One of his hands runs against his neck, another long breath out.] It's not like tissue paper. Things can touch it and it doesn't hurt or break.