Ivan
"Well, maybe you can use the other two as a second set for me." She snickers to herself- making a ridicilous joke out of a more ridiculous idea, but she was fairly clearly not serious about it. Still watching, it was as if Aewerin was simply curious. She wasn't familiar with the details of this process, and perhaps wished to leave with something for her mind, as well as her repaired robes.

In response to Vhun's return question, about the matter of her sex, Aewerin hummed, wondering at the answer herself. Squinting, she reaches up, gripping two imaginary antennae.

"I am not completely sure myself. But- I like your antennae, and they seemed so full. It was a guess off of that." She admits, nodding and returning her arms to cross her chest.

"What happened to the shorter one?" The mage ponders, always finding a particular hair to pull in her line of questioning. Unabashed and unashamed of asking, she tilted her head, the little yaw of it in await of answers, if they'd come.
Christina
Vhun didn't reply to her joke, instead, Aewerin was treated to another long moment of her characteristic unblinking stare. Once again, she'd been presented with a strange over-friendly statement that she didn't know how to reply to. She didn't even think she quite knew what that meant. It didn't matter. She wasn't even going to pretend to laugh at that though.

The attempt at guessing her sex, however, did earn a laugh. Vhun lifted a hand to catch her antennae, bending one down to examine it. It still was quite thin and certainly not as feathery as one could expect from some males. This time, when she laughed, it was a genuine noise, Vhun dropping her head to her chest as she chuckled.

"Quite the opposite, I'd say. It isn't always the case, but I'd expect a male to have fuller antennae. Like feathers."

Another clicking giggle left Vhun, the woman waving a hand. How funny, but at least it hadn't just been a shot in the dark. The laugh died out as she asked her question, two of the woman's hands half-darting up toward her antennae, then dropping once more. Was it really that obvious? Oh well.

"When I was younger and had just emerged from my cocoon, I wasn't very careful with my antennae. I was being stupid with my older sister and shut it in a door."
Ivan
She reaches up and, as a humored sign of acquiescence to her bad guess, gave a small 'bap!' to her forehead with her palm, as if striking free the wrong thought before she chuckled to herself. Nodding along then at Vhun's clarification, she thought it made sense that the male would peacock, now that she thought about it. She didn't want to consider the implications of her words, but assumed it'd just fall in the litter of little misunderstandings.

"The males of my kind just act foolishly as a whole. Nothing so spectacular as great feathers to tell them apart." She snickers, thinking well of her brother - though his hair was white and feathery, so perhaps it was closer than she imagined.

Aewerin then, at mention of the injury, nods along, tilting her head in cautious curiosity, not wanting to set off her conversation companion for the time ahead.

"Does it still work as it's supposed to? I have quite the terrible scar - it makes it hard to walk." She hums.