Thread:YingHe/@comment-38701854-20191008015427/@comment-36159587-20191013193823

Hitan actually went for a beeline for a bench downstairs. Once he was there, he exhaled, then tried to regain some sort of plausible breathing pattern instead of his current one, which was more like one gasp, and then the great process of pushing all that air out of his lungs, as if there were blows forcing them out.

Shoot, he'd forgotten to retract his wings, but fortunately, adult mortals usually couldn't see them. He let them fold back into the disks.

After about a minute or so, he stood up, feeling a bit unbalanced and wobbly.

Well, she finally saw what kind of person I can be.

He went to get the books.