[Her own wings give a flutter of anticipation that Brennan ignores. She's been waiting for a chance to be able to examine a pair of wings, her futile attempts at rigging a mirror set up provided little information.
She places her cup back on the table and stands to get a better look. Without an x-ray to utilize, her fingers make for the next best tool.
And, really, she can't help herself. She has to reach out and touch his good wing. It's a light touch, along the humerus and outward towards the ulna.]
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[Her own wings give a flutter of anticipation that Brennan ignores. She's been waiting for a chance to be able to examine a pair of wings, her futile attempts at rigging a mirror set up provided little information.
She places her cup back on the table and stands to get a better look. Without an x-ray to utilize, her fingers make for the next best tool.
And, really, she can't help herself. She has to reach out and touch his good wing. It's a light touch, along the humerus and outward towards the ulna.]