She settled behind her sister and reached out, gently touching the space between the bases of her wings- it was a wordless sign that she'd developed to let Kitri know where she was. "Your wings need a good preening," she noted, glancing over some of the more obviously damaged feathers. Nash started to work, her fingers realigning the feathers carefully before applying oil to her fingers and stroking the feathers to clean them.
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