If I had wings, I would've been more daring.

( even now when he rolls his shoulders, he can almost feel that slight weight. that wariness to not bump into things. the ability to sort of bundle himself using those feathers, some soft and some stiff. )

Maybe it's a lack of confidence? A lack of using that strength for so long... after all, it was missing for a year or so.

( he frowns and sighs. at least he's comfortable enough around van to admit that. )

Doesn't feel right.