It just reminded me of people back home. Though they don’t have real wings- organic ones, I mean, the wings are real and they do work.

[It’s difficult to tell with certainty whether the lady’s wings are part of her body or large beautiful props. Emily’s assessment of him is correct- he has manners and decency, he’s not grubbing his hands in other people’s business, mysterious wings or no. It hardly matters what the wing structure is like, in the end. Feathers or steel, knowledge of either is unlikely to help him.

Yizhi takes a deep swing of his water bottle, coughs- apologises softly as conversation filler- then offers more information about his friends. Heaven knows the young lady’s received enough questions about her wings.]

Theirs are metal. They’re like…they’re armaments, basically, it’s complicated. I doubt yours are the same, but they’re very beautiful.