Ivan
It seemed, perhaps, to just be a difference in perspective of the scars. Aewerin had not a single shade of doubt in her questioning of the antennae, even though she certainly noticed the intentional wording of Vhun's response. Still humming a bit to herself, the Elf tilts her head here and there again.

"No, I don't suppose it's that noticeable. Just my curiosity. It's not hidden from sight, after all. - You've probably already noticed that the back of the robes there are more fortified than the front." She chuckles.

"If I move too fast, or twist too quickly, it's like fire up and down my spine." She rolls her shoulders, in that melancholy malaise over the whole thing. It is as it was, and there was no changing it, so she spoke of it as simply as if she'd describe the weather.

"That I understand-... Your kind don't have true bones, yes?" She tilts her head, a more studious sort of curiosity. "I suppose the best analogy would be if you felt on fire every time you flapped a wing." She shrugs - close enough on the body, and she imagined the freqency of that would denote the relative-... Unpleasantness of the injury. But, Aewerin seemed still to just be making small talk over it; Vhun would likely suffer more of this, unless she brought her own topic.
Christina
"I suppose it isn't. I've debated, but I do think a cover-up would draw more eyes than just the broken antennae."

One hand lifted to thoughtfully brush the shortened appendage, the other still rigidly held up in the air. It drooped down after a moment, Vhun releasing the other antennae. Perhaps this was intentional, given that when the two weren't perfectly straight, they didn't seem quite as uneven.

"Yes. I had noticed."

The set of hands that was not stitching slid under the garment, feeling the fabric. So it was. She hadn't noticed the extent of this, but had assumed that these robes, just based on the layering, had to serve some protective purpose. The stitching hands had largely finished repairing the tears in the torso, replacing the gashes with tendrils of bronze. She'd made a distinct effort, it seemed, to prevent these new patterns from morphing together.

"I am sorry to hear that. It sounds deeply... Unpleasant."

Personal information revealed without any warning was deeply strange, she thought. She wasn't going to be rude. This one was still paying her.

"Not really, no. The outsides are closer to that."

Her wings gave a twitch.

"I see. That would make me not want to fly. I can't imagine not being able to move that way."

Her mind was moving now, the woman trying to find something else to talk about. Ah. There was one thing.

"If I may ask, what happened to these robes of yours?"
Ivan
She gives a little grin at Vhun's mention of unpleasantry. Well, she was absolutely right about that. Reaching into a small pouch at her waist, Aewerin withdrew and snuck in a leaf between her back teeth, chewing quietly as her pupils dilate ever-so-little and she seems to breathe with-... Far more ample energy and looseness in her poise, as if much of the grind and grit of her back was released.

"Well - it's my apology for my awful guesses as to your antennae, and for being so questioning about them in the first place. Thank you for humoring my questions." She says, a bit more of a low hum, empathic and appreciably less snarky than before.

"It's painful to walk, now. But, I enjoy moving regardless." She shrugs, and continues with the little whimsy of thought she had in brief moments of quiet, in the discussion about the pain.

But- when Vhun asked about the robes, Aewerin nods and reaches up to scratch the back of her neck, a laugh escaping from her as if she was caught in the midst of trouble.

"Ah- well! Well. A beast came upon me, and leap from some distance onto me. It was only thanks to a spell that I survived, but the robes hadn't. Thankfully, it ran off when it tried to bite stone and neither of us had to die for something as guiltless as a hunt for food." She ho-hums again, nodding.

"The spell's name is Stoneskin; it's pretty easy to figure at what it does." She snickers, nodding along to her own matter-of-fact, obvious given of a spell's name.