[ ... a thought occurs to her, suddenly. This must be like her birdlike arms ... she goes back and forth between believing they're real and thinking they're just a costume she can't get off. Right now she's in the latter mindset, and it makes her self-aware enough to want to try something.
The wingtip that was pressed over her mouth goes instead to his neck, as if to brush the collar he seems to imagine is there. Either he'll feel feathers brushing over cloth ... or feathers brushing over his skin. She keeps her face more or less neutral as she does this, as it's a tiny gesture, and keeps her focus on his face. ]
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The wingtip that was pressed over her mouth goes instead to his neck, as if to brush the collar he seems to imagine is there. Either he'll feel feathers brushing over cloth ... or feathers brushing over his skin. She keeps her face more or less neutral as she does this, as it's a tiny gesture, and keeps her focus on his face. ]
Where was it? Just in your things?