[He's not sure what moment that was, since that was something he wanted for quite a while. But it tells him enough, if that's what stood out. He moves from his spot in the tree, and he doesn't need his wings to hop down from there, but he spreads them anyway, staying in the air just a second longer than necessary before he lands and lets them disappear again, leaving only a couple scattered red feathers behind. An unspoken answer to the inevitable question of whether he ever got his wings. He looks a bit smug as he glances back at her.]
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Yeah. I wanted that.