( grimacing as he stands, julian's wings flutter for balance. involuntarily, of course, because he's never exercised control of them before... he didn't even know they could work at all, really. not for anything useful. he glances to jaeger, but looks away again at the distrustful sort of eye he's giving him. god, even seeing familiar animals that aren't monsters born out of some hell-rift is such a change for him.

once he's upright, malak flutters down and lands on top of his head, preening himself (and julian, incidentally) and making all sorts of smug and unusual noises. call it self-satisfaction for getting away with his nonsense and now being essentially out of arm's reach, but maybe he's also just a little bit proud that his boy flew (kinda). )

I—yes. Sorry. I know you can handle yourself, I just... all I heard was noise and shouting, and then you called me, and I...

( like morga, julian cranes around to glance back the way he came. it looks like a bear crashed through the brush, except for the part where there isn't a footprint in sight. he's... kind of mortified. impressed, but mortified. he turns to face morga again instead, his eyes darting all over. she's fine. she's fine. )

It... wouldn't be the first time I thought I heard you calling, but it's the first time you've actually been here when I came running. Or... whatever I was doing.

( caw. )