[When she sees the man standing next to her, she has to look up. And up. And up. And wonder how on Earth she could have possibly missed him, he certainly didn't look like anyone she'd known on Avonlea. Also, his shirt was open, so she locked her gaze on his face, her own burning with embarrassment. And knew her tendency to talk to avoid her embarrassment was going to kick in any second, wasn't it?

"I've never seen wings like yours before, not even in the Biblical illustrations I've seen! Blue is such a lovely color, everyone looks good in blue, but if I may do those claws hurt? They look like they might, it's unfair of Thirteen to not heal them for you, shouldn't she do that as a normal thing? Make sure we're all healthy and happy while we explore what it means to reach our potentials? Did she tell you what yours was, she neglected to go into details about mine."