You are an Aasimar. An Aasimar with wings, specifically. You had asked Halsin if he could assist in helping you clean as you had trouble reaching your wings to clean them. He agreed, a warm smile forming on his lips. There was a waterfall nearby, accompanied by a nice pool of water. You did most of the cleaning, but when it was time to clean your wings, you beckoned Halsin to help you. He obliged, stepping into the pool of water so he could gently clean your wings of all dirt and grim. He did it so softly, it was as if he was afraid to hurt you.