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"It was after Dusty," he explained briefly. It was easier than 'giant metal bull with a damned soul inside.' He still wasn't too clear on that whole thing himself. And anyway, the next thing he knew, he was getting poked at! The wing in question twitched.

"It's alright." As long as she didn't go poking him in the ribs, Mik didn't mind all that much. He wouldn't have when she was a kid, so he didn't really now. He spread them so that she could see better. "I have more, too."

Mikhail noticed the change in expression, and couldn't blame her. The deerkitten wasn't exactly his favorite person, either, but he certainly wasn't the worst. Maybe he'd grow up.

"They just...showed up when I grew?" He really didn't know how these things worked! The lower wing she poked twitched too, though he tried to stifle it. "Pretty?" The angel blinked, clearly surprised by the use of the word, and maybe a little dismayed.

With the inspection over, Mik folded his wings again. 'Ipuda.' He recognized the word from when she was little - she'd said the same thing about the marks on his face. Not that he usually remembered conversations that well, but it was solidly in his memory as the first time he'd met another Fa'e. He'd thought then that she was really, really weird-looking. He supposed she still was, but he was used to it by now.

"Umm, thanks." He didn't usually think all that much about how he looked...well, aside from being clean and neat and all that. "So...how've you been?"

"I don't know, either. I probably should've thought to ask." But, well, he'd been tired and hurt, so it was excusable. They'd just have to hope to run into the blonde Fa'e again sometime. "Not much, really. Stefan keeps bothering me about getting out more. Apparently broken ribs only bought me a few days of being left alone."

"I...broke a few, actually," he admitted with a bit of chagrin. "Helping people is bad for my health, I guess." Somehow, he'd come out of his own encounter with his past with little more than a sore head, and even then, it hadn't been anything from his past that had done it. "But I think I prefer being stabbed to being stepped on."

Mik nodded. While he'd much prefer not to be hurt at all, broken bones were officially very low on his list after this. "A little." Better than when the bull had actually stepped on him, at any rate. "It'll be a month or so." Probably a little more. He was growing increasingly jealous of his guardian's accelerated healing; if it were him, he'd be fine a couple of weeks! It just wasn't fair.

Leaving the subject of his injury for now (as nice as it was to actually have sympathy), he asked with some hesitation, "I was wondering...do you know who you were, y'know, before you were Fa'e? If you don't mind me asking."

He always wondered about it with every Fa'e, but he was particularly curious about Seung, after all that business with 'her' version of Heaven.

A heavenly maiden? What exactly that meant, he didn't know, but he wasn't sure if he should ask her more about it. Maybe he could look it up or something. It was a weird phrase, that was for sure, but...different Heavens and all, he guessed.

"I was an angel," he offered by way of explanation for his question, and in a way repay her for answering, "And the...alternate Heavens thing's had me kind of confused."