"What have you got left to bring? I could..." Well, no. He couldn't. He wasn't in much shape to help with moving right now, but the words kind of came out before he could stop them. He coughed awkwardly. "...well. Never mind."

Torin's counter-question just caught him entirely flat-footed. "My feathers? I... they're supposed to feel like something?" He had an awful lot more leathery bits than feathery bits, but there were certainly feathers up on his shoulders and head. He lifted up a taloned hand, flicked lightly at them, and then looked back at Torin with as much confusion as he could manage. "What should I be doing?"