Maybe we could fly there. I mean if...you know. The wings will let you.

[He thinks, briefly, of the way Adrian had looked when he'd first walked in, huddled on the floor and clutching his blanket, miserable and small like receding into himself would help him forget the changes that had happened to his body. He wonders how it would feel to see him in what he assumes must be the monster's true element, wings spread and silhouetted against the light of the violet moon.]

I've got enough chroma. Star and I could keep up with you. It...might be kind of fun, actually.