( Does his work gently, but pointedly, as Barrett talks, eyes flicking up whenever Barrett's hands move... )
... I see...
( He thinks he's gotten any splinters out of this wing, and he lets his fingers linger there, studying his work. Then, once he's satisfied... he lets his fingers drift down along the black veins, tracing along them as he feels transparent wing beneath his finger, feeling every bump and groove. )
... It feels strange. But not in a bad way. ( He rubs a juncture where two veins meet and curve with his thumb, curiously. ) ... I like your wings.
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... I see...
( He thinks he's gotten any splinters out of this wing, and he lets his fingers linger there, studying his work. Then, once he's satisfied... he lets his fingers drift down along the black veins, tracing along them as he feels transparent wing beneath his finger, feeling every bump and groove. )
... It feels strange. But not in a bad way. ( He rubs a juncture where two veins meet and curve with his thumb, curiously. ) ... I like your wings.