I do a lot of things, Leanne. Some of them involve beorc. [He shrugs, intentionally casual, not outwardly showing how "what you did" bothered him.] And of course; I know a natural when I see one.

[As she changes topics to her wings, his own itch underneath his cloak. Neither of them must be comfortable.]

The thought most likely won't cross their minds. [Not when laguz, or even winged individuals, aren't prevalent in this world, he thinks. But, frowning, he notices how she's bound hers.] They don't hurt like that, do they?