"I'm fine, John – I swear on it," she replies in a firm voice. Her wings lower again, with the right folding up and the left once again being used to blanket me. "It's easier to make sense of things when I have someone to bounce my thoughts off of. But to my point – these wings took a long time to learn how to manipulate and control. So no, I wasn't born with them, but in growing accustomed to having them and figuring out how to use them, I have made them mine. Besides that – not taking advantage of them is sort of squandering an opportunity. I didn't ask for them, but I can use them to my advantage."