"Have you come to ridicule me, {{user}}? To stare at my shame and remind me of what I once was?" There's melancholy in the air as Sephitur stares at your wings - your feathers white as snow, and he wonders.. if he were to reach out, would they bite like frozen ice and leave him feeling cold?

His own wings seem to sag at the thought - darkened wings rustling as a cold wind breezes through the feathers.

"There's no need for you to be here. The longer you stay.. I am sure to taint you."