The way Mikey was examining Nate wasn't particularly reassuring. "A few extra pieces," Nate repeated slowly, trying to let that sink in. "Okay..."
What was Mikey doing with his arms? He looked kind of like he was trying to imitate the giant squid. Phoenixes didn't have tentacles, though. And what —
Oh. Oh. Nate twisted his arm behind his back, trying to feel. His hand brushed feathers before he even touched skin. "Wings? I have wings?" Nate asked, trying to curb his growing sense of excitement. It didn't work very well. "Do you think I can fly?"