"Using them is simple. Like closing and opening a fist." She held her arm out from her body and did just that, and the wing followed. Just the left side. The wing closed and spread in time with her hand. It hadn't taken a moment to figure what part of her was different
Shannon turned toward him, sensing the turmoil then. The little dragon wings folded together. They weren't what was important just then. He wore that mask so well. She stepped toward him. "I don't know what I mean to you, Loki. But I know what you mean to me. It is more than lust, I hope you know that. And it isn't just because you're a god, and what you can do for me. To me." She took another step closer. "You mean more to me than the man that fathered Katherine. You've... treated me better in this short time I've been here, than he had in the near decade that I knew him. And seemingly without motive. I can't say for sure it is without motive, because you hide yourself well. But I feel... like you care whether I live or die." Where the former, didn't. "I'm not asking for confession. I just... I hope my words are making you feel better." She didn't want him to dwell on what they couldn't do, what he couldn't do right then.