"This," he stated quietly, pressing her hand against the wingless stump, "doesn't hurt. It used to, but it doesn't anymore." He tipped his head to the side to shift his hair out of the way and forced himself not to tense up. Physical contact was one of those things that he wasn't really used to outside of a battlefield.
His hand slid away from hers, leaving her free to pull her own back if she wanted. "You can touch it if you wa... need to. It doesn't really bother me."