[ The white feathered wings are so familiar to her, but seeing them on a male body is still strange. Her own wings, metal-tipped, will fold away as well. Just easier that way, neater.
She follows his gaze to her arm. ] A hunt gone poorly. [ There's more of a story to it than that, more context she could give, but she's not exactly a giving person. ]
Asgardians are not immortal, though they are very hard to kill.
[ Still "they," not "we." She accepts the fact of her birth but does not think of herself as truly one of them. ]
no subject
She follows his gaze to her arm. ] A hunt gone poorly. [ There's more of a story to it than that, more context she could give, but she's not exactly a giving person. ]
Asgardians are not immortal, though they are very hard to kill.
[ Still "they," not "we." She accepts the fact of her birth but does not think of herself as truly one of them. ]