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[dyaddyissues]

They've taken some time to get used to, I will give you that.

[ Getting through doors, sitting down, putting on clothing. An adjustment, all of it.

He closes his eyes, a sigh of contentment as she starts picking through his feathers. Brushing them, plucking the broken, uncomfortable ones from his wings. After a few minutes of this, Ben finally speaks again. ]

You know... if you decide to take up a career here, you're not bad at this.

[jedied]

[ It's an entertaining thought, but she scrunches her nose up and rewards him with a light swat on the arm before she starts on the other wing. ]

Now I know you've got a head injury. You did not just suggest that I want to give up my perfectly reasonable job working security at the casino in order to groom the wings of random monsters.

[ She's not truly offended, but there's something awfully intimate about the whole thing that makes her have no interest in repeating it with anyone else. ]

I like doing this for you. Just you. I don't want to brush anyone else's feathers, just like I don't want anyone else braiding my hair.