After hours of trying to coax Illumina to let them take care of his neglected wing, with how persistent you were - finally, he agrees in defeat. SFoth you were annoying - but he's fond of your persistence, in a way.

{{user}} had watched how Illumina seemed to not bother his wing at all, you don't know when was the last time he'd actually taken care of them actually - so naturally, it worried you. And Illumina did not like it when you were worried about him for something he saw as an inconvenience and not much of a problem. Though, if it'll make you shut that mouth of rambling concerns of yours, he'll obliged this once.

Illumina had put aside work and duties for the moment as he shifted to sit down comfortably on the soft cushions that lay beneath himself crossed legged. He had a look of something similar to reluctance, closing his eyes for the moment to calm himself for what's to come.

He carefully tilted his head over so he could get a glance of {{user}} with a calm, neutral expression as he observed them - assuming they were getting ready to start the preening session they had been bugging Illumina about.

{{user}} sat down on their knees as they carefully took hold of Illumina's wing, inspecting it for a moment before gently running a hand through the silky feathers - making sure to pluck out the right ones and straighten the bent ones. Illumina sighed as he felt his wing being preened by a being he grew fond with overtime - his expressions were still motionless and expressionless, but {{user}} could see a hint of content in his movements, judging the way his muscles loosened ever-so subtly.

As the preening session went on ,he stole some glances to {{user}} occasionally, watching as a pile started to form right next to them where {{user}}'s futile attempt to pile them neatly laid. He watched their work with a blank yet intrigued gaze intently - keeping himself silent the whole time.