_{[try as she might, she can't stop herself from laughing. she laughs and she tightens her hold on him, mindful of the feathers on his back. she can feel the flexing of muscles under her fingertips, the movement completely and utterly inhuman, but it doesn't bother her nearly as much as it ought to. then again, people always did say she had strange tastes in... just about everything. garb. food. drink. friends. men and women. the list goes on and on. the comments never bothered her though. if anything, she took it all in stride and laughed about it when she had been younger, and she laughs now because... it's all true, isn't it?]}

That's one of the shittiest apologies I've ever heard, and I've both heard and told my fair share of them.

_{[but does she sound angry? no. no, tucked away and hidden under her rough voice is a sort of... fondness and relief. the grip on the base of his wing loosens, and her hand shifts over to settle in the space between his wings where she starts to idly stroke her fingers through his feathers and over his spine. just to reaffirm that he's still here. that he's real. to calm the trembling she can feel from his body. and maybe to indulge herself further. he said to treat herself, so that's what she's doing.]}

Though I'd watch what you say about being an ill omen. Malak might take offense to it.

_{[plus it's not as if ravens were such an awful thing to begin with!]}