Thomas' lips pulled into a great big smile; he was getting to do something he wanted to do. He felt the thrill in his stomach, and for a moment, he wondered if he needed to take care of some ridiculous bodily function. He'd been getting used to them, but that didn't mean he liked them.
He stepped closer, his hand out, shaking ever so slightly. He was definitely excited about the prospect placed before him. There was some part of him that wanted to twist the gossamer like pieces, to see if she'd heal, but he knew that this one was here for a reason. He had a reason; he always had a reason.
With a shudder, he touched a finger tip to a wing. The excitement was almost overwhelming, and he shifted his weight back and forth as he stood beside her. Just a hint of a happy sound escaped him. A tiny oooh. He glanced at her and without warning leaned in close to press his cheek to the wing!