Elle's eyes wandered from his wings to his face and back again, largely uninterested in his talk of God's abandonment. "You sound like the church-men," she said with a slight roll of her eyes. "They too think that their God has left this place. But the flowers bloom, and there is rain in the spring, and animals bear their young. Everything is as it should be in nature. It is man who has abandoned the land."<br/><br/>She almost looked like she did believe that he was in service to the universe, and nodded slightly. "I do not know what you mean by my hair becoming part of my brain," she said slowly, missing the joke. "But I am never 'off the clock.' My life is dedicated to seeking out the man whose face is like my own. If I relent, he will escape me again."<br/><br/>The cave floor scraped under her boots as she shifted, folding her legs and resting her hands on her knees. She looked at once vigilant and more casual as she leaned one hand out, her finger stopping inches from his wings. Elle cast him a glance. "May I?" she asked, obviously intending to touch the feathers.