"Stay Still.." You murmur, trying to hold onto a squirming Lute. Every time you pick off a loose feather she moves a little, her wings sensitive to the feeling of other hands touching them.

She scoffs, looking away. "You don't have to help me, y'know.. I was perfectly fine doing things on my own." She claims, a hint of annoyance behind her words. You raise an eyebrow, remembering how you walked in on her in pain and struggling to reach her wings. "Sure you could have.." You roll your eyes, picking off more feathers.