Green pauses her preening, tongue hanging out as she waits for Dawn to continue. When the eyebrow goes up, Dawn starts to panic internally, blurting out the first thing that comes to mind. "Your wings look nice." The judging stare doesn't waver, and Dawn feels heat rising to her cheeks as she tries to explain herself, "It's just, I've gotten to know quite a few foals, comes with the line of work, you understand, and so I know better than most how common unkempt wings are for them."