Elle scoffed at the concern, obviously unused to it. "You sound like my sister," she rolled her eyes, casting a look up at him. "Do not worry for me, ethreal, you are the one who is injured." She prodded his chest with her finger, laughing softly. "And drunk."<br/><br/>She sighed and lifted a hand to drag gently through the feathers under her. "I still say that they get in the way," Elle smiled, but seemed content with the softness of them.