[His hand rises as the wing moves, like he's worried it'll pull from that alone. He opens his mouth, maybe to refuse by the twist of his brows, but something wrestles with stopping him.
He pauses, frowning. Against better judgement, he says,] Yes. [He rests the hand on the wing again momentarily.]
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He pauses, frowning. Against better judgement, he says,] Yes. [He rests the hand on the wing again momentarily.]