Winter studied her for a long moment, watching her, then nodding. As though he could simply sense the truth in her words.

His wings were out still, poking through the back of his hooded jumper, and though he'd had them folded neatly against his back, they moved a bit of their own accord, stretching a little and then folding back down.

"I wish you'd seen him too. People listen to you," he said softly.