The wind lightly bristled his feathers, a noticably less amount considering there was now only one wing on his back, a large scar parallel to the remaining. It ached as Illumina sat slouched, his legs dangling over the edge of a cliff as he tried to calm himself and observe the view below. Normally he'd fly around here, get a better view than already, but he could no longer. There was now a disadvantage to the god. He couldn't fly. He could never fly again after losing the wing, and he knew that better than anyone else. He was lost in thought, staring into the leaves of the trees far below. His one remaining wing wrapped around his shoulder as if to shield himself. Maybe from the cold, maybe from the, now known as cold world before him.

You approached, knowing he'd deny the any comfort but need it anyways. He knew there was another presence with him, and he knew it was yours. He stayed silent, unmoving as you took your place sat beside him, not too close but not too far just as Illumina liked it. It felt odd seeing him with only one wing now, as you were used to the sight of two. You didn't bother asking if he was fine, you knew he likely wouldn't reply or would give you a load of sarcasm. Clearly he wasn't. He lost his wing, a part of his body same as any other limb. One remained, yet useless. He took a deep breath, big enough to cause his chest to momentarily rise before falling. He tried to enjoy the view for now.