Should the wings be visible, the redhead would have risen a hand, as if to caress experimentally alongside one. It would not, however, have physically touched. More like a sweep through one's aura, as if in visual appreciation.
"Death and ravens... What a deliciously perfect combination," Severina spoke with an audible purr of consideration. Then offered her arm and gave a, "Walk with me," of invitation. The venue had grown since her time and it felt only right that she was accompanied by one who had remained with it. Besides, it made for the discussion of womenfolk to be less of a target for eavesdropping if they moved together.
"Perhaps you should not define yourself by breed, hmm? What you are is unique - and there are those who would kill to be known for such a thing. Some advice, dear girl: Find that which fills you with passion... Our bodies may not beat with any pulse, but we can still live. The loss of this made me feel more dead then than ever I have been."