That's right. I'm here to make your wish come true, after all.

[ he draws closer - stops a few inches away from her face, hesitation clear in his eyes.

so he closes those little traitors, smiling and murmuring: ]

Just try to relax, Master. And... Tell me if you need me to stop.

[ and then he embraces her, gently - his larger arms wrapped around her, hands coming to rest on her back. this close, his wings are overwhelming, bright and beautiful and oh-so-delicate; this close, she can smell the scent of him, of royalty and merrymaking and a tavern's firelight. ]