If there was one thing Raphael loved it was having his wings groomed. He loved the feel of fingers carefully raking through the feathers, preening them, gently working the soft down... Hadassah used to groom my wings while I feel asleep too exhausted... he thought to himself. Well. That was the past anyway, time to move on.

He nodded, stretching hks wings to their full length. "I'm afraid they don't stay in very good shape, since I can't winch them in."