With two telepaths in the room one was almost certain to see the thought dawn suddenly in her head like a light switch being flipped.
"...I don't have wings in your world?"
Her face dropped about a mile. A world where she didn't fly? That would be like telling her she had cancer. Or flunked her math test after spending two weeks studying every night. She half expected Jean to say Christmas, weekends and The Smiths didn't exist either.