Well, on the bright side, you were cursed with wings instead of, like, horns or something. I have a friend that would kill for some wings.
Horns I could manage! It’s not the visibility of them. It’s … it’s the sensitivity of them. I can’t be touched any more. Any of the things I’m used to, I have to change.
Huh. Really? I guess that kind of makes sense to me; wings being sensitive. Are they permanent?
No, thanks all the gods and little demons. Three months. *buries her face in her hands* Three months where I can’t be touched, can’t have sex, can’t be who I’m used to being.