[The wings on his back give a single, uncertain flick at the idea. He submitted easily to an examination of the injuries from John, but...
This woman is intelligent enough, at least, sceptical, and logical. Her remarks in the journal (shown to him by someone else) about how the placement of the wings was impossible gave him encouragement that she could make a decent assessment.
So he nodded and stood, leaving the couch and half-sitting, half-leaning on one of the end tables by the sofa. That way she could get properly behind him to look at the uninjured wing and its mate.
Both flexed slowly, a show of nerves, no matter what his impassive expression said.]
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This woman is intelligent enough, at least, sceptical, and logical. Her remarks in the journal (shown to him by someone else) about how the placement of the wings was impossible gave him encouragement that she could make a decent assessment.
So he nodded and stood, leaving the couch and half-sitting, half-leaning on one of the end tables by the sofa. That way she could get properly behind him to look at the uninjured wing and its mate.
Both flexed slowly, a show of nerves, no matter what his impassive expression said.]
Of course, Doctor Brennan.