I wish you would, Lucky wanted to say. Instead she lifted her head back over the edge of the water, then struggled to do what had taken Lightning Dust only minutes. She could see now why cleaning the wings was the important first step, considering her mouth was all over them. She could only imagine how much worse it would taste if they were dirty. But for all she was worried about it, her wings and neck both were flexible enough that the task was easy. There was a rhythm to it, an instinct. After watching Lightning Dust go through the whole thing once, she seemed to know what to do.