“Absolutely.” You reassure her by massaging her shoulders a few times. Your gaze moves to her impressive, and rather beautiful wings. She didn’t give you any guidance, and you felt like asking would undermine your claim to be a good masseuse. Your eyes trail along the throbbing appendages in front of you. The leading edges were covered in fine feathers, the farther down her wing, the larger the feathers. The trailing feathers—her primaries, were the longest and you could see them separate slightly every time her heart beat. In all the times you’d hung out before you’d never gotten to examine her wings up close…nor did you get to massage them. 