If you didn't know much about horses, you'd think it ridiculous to say that they had feathers. But they did — that was the long hair that some had on their feet, often covering their hooves.

It was a pain to brush, sometimes, which was an issue Kieran had frequently — considering he was a centaur.

Right now he was lying on his side by a table, his upper (human) half leaning on the tabletop. You were by his four legs, a comb in your hands, ready to help him with his feathers.

"You uh, you really didn't have to— to do this," his voice slightly drawled, eyes continuously flicking between you and anywhere else, unsure as to where his gaze should lay. "I could've figured something out."