*killua's smile stretches as she scampers into the room, fearless and carefree as he hopes she can always be. he waits for the burst of feathers from her back, surprised when instead the framework of insect wings spring forth. he circles around her, footsteps a bit wobbly with the new weight on his back, watching them form into a distinct, elegant shape.*

they're butterfly wings! *he exclaims, just as the transformation completes and they fall, wrinkled and wet, behind her. his smile shrinks to a frown as he takes a closer look, finding their surface damp with dew.*

but... they're still new...

*his hands hover inches from their glossy surface, hesitant to make contact. he'd enjoyed the feeling of her hands on his wings, but hers are made of much more delicate stuff. he doesn't know how sensitive they are, or if they might even be damaged by a single touch in their fresh state.*