As Frankie gave him the go-ahead, Wesley's hands were still warm as he gently touched the tip of her wing. It was delicate, not at all how he'd imagined it to feel, and he gently stroked down the spine of it, marvelling at the colours and the shape. He was oddly quiet, being Wesley, as he studied this new beauty. Part of being at a super school he only healed the boo-boos and then moved on. Now he had a girl with gorgeous wings letting him take the time to appreciate them.
"They're amazing," he said softly, running his fingers across the stretch of them, starting on the other wing. "Seriously..."