She breaks into quiet laughter when he tells her she has wings like an insect. "I think that might be why you like them," she tells him.

"Trying to fly with these feels strange. I don't think they're quite designed for it. But they'll probably go back to normal before long..."

She stills for a moment when she feels his anxiety, but doesn't back off, merely gives him a moment to adjust. The fluttering of their wings together is almost ticklish and makes her shiver, but once they're bound up in one another's wings, it feels like they've made a small, soft, dark world for just the two of them.

When the kiss breaks, she nudges her forehead against his lightly, affectionate. "I thought we ought to do that at least once while we're close enough to the same size that you're not afraid of hurting me."

More than once is clearly also an option, but they don't need to rush. They have all night.