[He really doesn't want to let go; a part of him is terrified that this is some stupid dream, or a trick of the Malnosso, or something else out to maliciously break his heart, because that's really been his luck lately. But she feels so real in his arms that eventually it's enough to reassure him into pulling back to get a look at her.

She's okay. Confused, but okay. And he already feels better.]

It's- god, I don't even know how to explain it. It's crazy, it's not even Earth, and we've all got-

[He pauses, noticing something strange- or rather, belatedly recalling what he hadn't noticed while he hugged her. He peers over her shoulder, eyes widening.]

...You don't have wings.