Snippet #2629089

After listening patiently, Katheline curled onto her side then before pushing herself half-way into a sitting position, shakily moving her new wings around herself to cover what the scraps of burnt, century-old rags no longer did. She was highly uncomfortable now and released her brother's hand, bringing her free hand to feel around the cuff that held her wrist to her brother's. "S-sir William... sir, would please take this off me? And... is there anything I might cover myself with? These, these scraps haven't served their purpose since they were burned to ashes." She moved the hand again to hug herself with it, feeling rather imodest amongst all of these strangers.

Kane looked away from her for her sake, well, he hadn't really looked at her since he'd realized neither of them really had anything on. Noticing so, he carefully pulled himself into a sitting position and did with his wings what his sister did, folding the scaly things around himself though not having to struggle so much to cover himself. He wasn't so uncomfortable as Katheline, but just as reluctant to begin walking about without proper clothing. He waited silently for the cuffs to be removed while she held himself up with his uncuffed hand, gazing further around his surroundings as he now got a better view. 'What an odd collection of people... beings, I'd dare call them. I wonder if any true witches had anything to do with the making of such a group.'