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Corvus found his wings were slightly stiff from several weeks of disuse and was immensely grately that they were not a large component of his flying. Still, he could think of no more appropriate verb than "winged" to describe his journey to Yeande's residence. His wings were quite large and awe-inspiring and today he found a perverse pleasure in admiring the feathered protrusions.

This brief foray into the ridiculously self-indulgent was soon cut short as he found himself drifting outside the balcony and staring at the bonsai garden wondering if this was, in fact, a good idea, and decided that it probably was not but he was going to go through with it anyway. This farce had gone on long enough and he would no longer be held a prisoner in his own home simply because he was too proud to admit when he was in the wrong. The thought put a deep scowl on his face as he surveyed the miniature plants.

Clearing his throat, Corvus drifted towards Yeande and tried to look regal with his stiff wings and posture. He only managed to look, well, rather stiff and uncomfortable. "Morning," he said as amicably as he could manage, which wasn't much. He dragged out the first syllable in a sort of contemplative way.

Corvus shot Ankou a decidedly annoyed look and placed himself between Yeande and the glass so his wings blocked her view of the juvenile. He sincerely hoped that would give Ankou the impression that he was not welcome in the conversation. "I wish I could say I had more confidence in Yanvir than in Ankou, but I don't," Corvus said simply. "That's why I've come here."

Corvus dreaded asking, but he had to. "I've come to a compromise with Emperial. She agreed to let me see Yanvir provided I at least send Aileron an apology by proxy."

He could have sighed in relief, but he did not. He simply afforded himself a small smile that seemed entirely too smug and nodded. "So long as Emperial hears that Aileron has received my apology, I'm free to pursue my immortality quest, and not a moment too late."

He seemed not to notice anything odd about this statement. "Excellent. I don't suppose we can get this whole thing taken care of today?"

Corvus screwed his face into a thoughtful expression and rocked on his heels. "Ho, hum, just anything that sounds apologetic I suppose. 'Corvus is sorry he nearly killed you' would do, or something like that. You can use your own discretion in the matter. I did contemplate delivering it myself at this point, but I rather don't think I'd make it through the door, or even within five feet of the door. I'd hate to run into one of those so-called guardians of his."

Somewhere between the forming of thoughts in his head and the opening of his mouth Corvus forgot to pause, which resulted in the unfortunate response: "You mean you need me to help you compose the apology?"