Well...if you see him, tell him I'm sorry about that, anyway. I tried to say something before, but it keeps getting caught in my throat.

[He shrugs, then gently reaches over and brushes a finger across one of the feather's on Nill's wingtip. That makes him smile, at least. He doesn't have any thoughts about it being intrusive, of course. He just thinks that it feels nice. Soft. Inviting. Girly.]

And I'll definitely finish your sky when they let me out, okay?