I think that's what keeps them there, [he says simply, reaching behind his neck to drag his hair forward again. He's used to this now, her needing direct skin contact to properly hear, so he doesn't mind sitting here for her. Besides, since he can't really examine them on his own, it's good that someone can. How is he supposed to know what they're like, when they're on his back?

Besides, having them touched is... nice, weirdly. Maybe it's like when you pat a dog, he rationalizes, and then gets dragged off on that tangent. What kind of invisible changes is he going to figure out later? There's a lot to learn.]

I can feel the air underneath them, they know how to fly, but -- they're not big enough to give me any lift.