[ Gray joins Amos in staring dumbly at the space the wing used to occupy, the short silence between them seeming to span eras.

Amos's disbelief gives voice to her own, his badly suppressed panic painfully relatable. In a rare turn of events, his panic even seems to surpass her own, and that manages to calm her — the activation of some instinct in her to comfort a friend in distress. She frowns, replaying the moment in her mind. ]

I think... it was made of magical energy. It felt magical to begin with, but I thought it was just because fairies are magical beings. But with how it disappeared, I don't think it was real to begin with.

[ She is making assumptions out her ass right now, but truly she is just trying to help them cope. ]