"Okay. Is there any particular way I should act?"

"How are you inclined to act?"

Wryly: "Well, I no longer want to rip your throat out with my teeth. I don't know, I'm having a lot of feelings right now."

"Yeah." Hug. "It's - perfectly reasonable for you to be angry and hate everyone."

"Yeah. But if it would be better for me to act scared or relieved it's over or just curl up into you with my eyes closed and refuse to interact with anyone who's not you--or renovations guy, I guess? He hasn't raped me either--I can do that."

"I think anger can be useful, if it's handled right, and I think I can handle it right. —renovations guy is my boyfriend Izaneth and I also brought my other boyfriend Kemar, but you might not meet him immediately, he's a little on the shy side."

"--Oh. Is it going to be awkward that you got me pregnant, if you have boyfriends and I keep it?"

"I don't expect so. I don't intend to demand any particular relationship with the child, on my behalf or theirs. Although - if you meet them and you all get along - you would be welcome in our lives."

She is already hugging him, so she hugs him a little harder.

"I guess we'll see."

Hug. Wingsnuggle.

Snuggle.

"...If I tried to make myself look more demonic, would that help?"

"Probably, yes. And - I might be able to help, depending on what you're going for, if you can't manage it on your own."

Nod. Sigh. "I don't really want horns," she says, a little morosely.

Hug. "Is there anything you do want?"

"...I've always thought wings might be fun, but that sounds...substantially harder."

"I can help."

"Okay. Let's try it."

They're not working from literally nothing. She has a few small underdeveloped vestigial wing bones embedded in her back.

He rests his hands on her shoulders and closes his eyes. He has a live example of functioning wings right here; it shouldn't be that hard to just—reshape—

They separate from her back--slowly.

But not nearly as slowly as if he'd been doing this alone.

"I can't affect hardly anything else," she murmurs. "But I'm very good at my own body."

He smiles and kisses the top of her head.

Snuggle. Slow growth of previously-vestigial tissues.

Snuggle. Encouraging the wings to grow out and fill in.

And eventually--

"Wow," she breathes, giving them an experimental flap.

He smiles at her. "They're lovely. You're lovely."

She grins and wraps her wings around him and kisses him.