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"I'm a bit nervous."
She nodded, going over to the tomato sauce and preparing it.
"No, it's alright. They'll be fine. I just can't fly."
"We gotta get ready," she said, reluctantly getting up and tossing him pants.
"Whatever."
She nodded. "Alright.."
"Likely not."
"Honeymoon, I guess."
"No.."
"Oh.."
The medic turned their head to observe the wing. "Generally, clipped wings will grow back once the feathers molt. Molting happens one to three...
"Lark was at the door," she explained. "I guess were supposed to pack and meet her at the lab."
She faltered for a moment. "Huh..?"
Avice paused. "A dead body?"
He frowned, looking over at them. "I don't know, actually."
She grinned, kissing his nose. "We are!"
"Isn't it harder to see?" she asked, before raising her fists playfully. "I'll fight them."
"Wow! That's exciting."
"Well.. I'm glad that it's you over anyone else."
She smiled gently, brushing his hair back. "Good morning, Row."
