They were slightly visible, kind of half poking out of the back of her shirt. She had so many of them now. Some shirts had holes in the back so that her wings could come through, some that were too big so that they could stay concealed and then there were scandalous ones that showed off most of her body for sake of a gasp and an awe. Delia often wished that she minded more than people gawked and whistled more when they looked at her like that. Her feathers did however beat slightly at even the hint that they were about to be touched. Apparently they didn't quite like that very much. At least not without permission. Of course since she didn't actually touch her, Delia did something with her face that only resembled blushing or embarrassment. As if she should know when she should feel this way, even if there was no rush of blood to her cheeks.
With a nod of her head, Delia slipped her arm through the other woman's. "That is what my creator said, when he first put me together." He'd said many different things though.
"One day, I should very much like that." She gave a small smile. "I don't think I'm capable of having such a thing. I try to feel something, but it rarely comes. And I am unsure of how to feel as others do. I see them, and I recognize it, but when I try to copy it.. I get nothing."