'I spent much of the many hours or few days before I came downstairs on musical processing but new information continues being distressing.'

"I'm sorry."

'As am I.'

"Some things just suck a lot to have done."

They manifest a pair of demon wings and extend one in Cam's direction, then pause and disembody them.  They repeat this with a single feathered wing but fold it against their back again before getting rid of it, then with a bat one again, ending with it held open about a quarter of its span towards him.

This is all an impressive amount of awkward for how graceful it is.

...Cam extends a wing back to them.

'I have not done enough research on comforting physical gestures to be certain of what would be effective or welcome.'

"It varies person to person anyway." Cam shrugs and folds his wing back up.

'Would you find a side-wing-hug welcome.'

"...yeah, sure."

'Do you have a preference for the type of wing.  I don't have very good wings,' (both sets they've displayed in the past minute are very beautiful and ridiculously ornate, both with gradients and filigree patterns in red and black and gold-silver, shifting hue when viewed from different angles.  On the demon one this is scaled across the whole wing; on the angel one it's applied to individual feathers; neither of them look unfinished in any way), 'and I suspect a feathered one would be easier to feign competently on short notice.  But perhaps you prefer a leathery one regardless.'

"Either is fine with me."

Feathery wingput.  . . . Sort of.  Visually, it wraps around him, and he can feel something, but what he feels very clearly doesn't match what the wing looks like.  It does manage to be warm and fluffy, somewhat amorphously, and that part feels like it's structured around two firmer panels which sort of match the curve of the wing.  It appears to hover a couple inches away from him in places even though there are no tactile gaps.

That explains the remark about the wing's imperfections, but the gesture is appreciated.

They stand there, unmoving and silent, till Cam does something they perceive as expressing being done, which is not quite at the same point where someone with a human psychology would draw the line.  They're pretty pleasantly soft once one gets over the unnatural uniformity.

"Thanks."

Their wing folds back into nonexistence.  'It was comforting rather than being disconcerting or otherwise unpleasant?'

"Yes. In context, anyway."

'Elaborate.'

"If you had done it suddenly or such that I wasn't expecting it I would have been alarmed."

'I will refrain from touching people without warning.'

"Good policy."

'Is there anything else I have done which stands out to you now as being likely to have involved a miscommunication or unintended impression on my part.'

"I... don't think so but you could check with Judy?"

"Nothing comes to - oh."  She emerges and sits on top of the booth, swinging her legs off the side.  "When you uh, came to pick me up, it kinda - there's a translation effect here, and we think maybe it's . . . helping you.  Because there definitely - wasn't very good communication, when the two of us were at my parents' house."