“Ah, shit, you don’t know any of the history, do you— I have a son, Wilbur? I only came to this server because I was worried about him. I get here and he’s debating whether to press a button, blow up his country. Long story short, he did, wings and explosions don’t combine well.”

“And then you killed him.”

Phil seems a little taller, at that. “I had been protecting him. I only killed him because he begged me to.”

Sam dips his head in acknowledgement and steps backwards. “Just felt it might be important context.”

Yvette winces. "... I'm sorry," she says softly. "Um, I'm extremely bullshit, I made this body myself. Do you, er. Want me to try and fix your wings? I don't think it'd be very hard."

Phil pauses for a minute, thinking. “Yeah,” he says, eventually. “Fuck it, right? Worst case scenario, if it goes wrong, I won’t be any less able to fly.”

"I really don't think it'll go wrong, I have a lot of practice at making bodies." She offers him her (blocky) hand. "But I would understand if you didn't want to risk it."

He shrugs, smiles, and takes her hand. 

She smiles back, then takes a deep (unnecessary) breath, and

opens

  her

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They are not of this world. They are blatantly not of this world. She doesn't actually like having these properly open all the time, they see so much it's kind of an information overload, but for something like this she needs the information.

Phil's body is swallowed by sapient starscape, and then she gets to work. Fortunately for her, he has two wings, and they were shredded in different ways. This means she can cheat by mirroring unbroken parts to fill the space for both sides. From there, it's simple logic. She's ever made wings before (it seemed like a neat problem, and it's not like she had anything else to do), so this isn't completely new. A bit more complicated, a bit more detailed, but she has a half ravaged blueprint to follow, and more than enough space to think. It might not be exactly as it was, to every stray feather, but they'll certainly be functional.

And then the starscape around Phil recedes, everywhere but his wings. There, the starscape recedes, but the empty holes are filled in. Then the starscape there fades, too, to the natural colors of Phil's wings.

And a large anthropomorphic pig enters the scene. “HNNNNNHHH??? PHIL??????” Before he’s even done exclaiming, he’s hit Yvette twice with a crossbow. 

“Techno! Techno, stop, it’s fine, I asked her to. I’m fine.”

“She’s fixing them, mate.”

“You could have said,” Technoblade grumbles, lowering his crossbow. 

“Didn’t exactly give me much time, mate,” Phil points out. “You okay, Yvette?”

Ow, ow. The bolts impact and, naturally, hurt. Fortunately she's done with all of her fiddly work, so being shot doesn't cause any real damage. The impact causes her to take a couple steps back from sheer transferred momentum, and one of the bolts impacted in her neck, which is not pleasant. The egg hurt more, though, and she can just fix everything easily enough.

She reaches up and removes the bolt from her neck with a casual rip (and a little wince), then starts laughing.

"Damn those were good reflexes! Yeah, I'm fine." She rips out the second bolt from her side with a little more giggling, then says, "Hello to you too! Nice aim!" Giggle.

“…Thanks. Wait, does this mean you’re the protagonist now, since you’re the one with the cool powers? Phil, I think I’ve been demoted from mentor to side character. I gotta say, this is not looking good for my life expectancy.”

Phil giggles. “Awwwwww, mate.”

Yvette snorts!

"Oh, don't worry! I'm planning on attempting to resurrect everyone that's dead anyway, because the afterlife seems like a hellhole and even prison would be an improvement! You're good even if you get a dramatic death to up the stakes." She winks. Not... that anyone can tell. But she does.

“—How do you know about the afterlife?”

“Tommy was actually dead, turned out. But Dream brought him back, and—

—Techno, he brought back Wilbur.”

“Wait, what? How? Bro, how much changed while I was gone?”

“Eh, a decent amount? That’s the big one, I’ll fill you in on the rest later. Well, that and Yvette.”

“—Oh, right, Yvette! Pog! Nice to meet you, you seem cool.”