[Dist takes great care in examining Ion's wings, only running his fingers through the fluff, sliding them off of the much longer, sturdier feathers. If the down didn't remove itself with a bit of tender coaxing, Dist didn't press. To do so would cause Ion's wings pain, and that's not what he intended to do. Looking and the feathers that removed themselves with very little effort, Dist shakes them off into a trash bin nearby.]

Are you all right, Fon Master? I didn't harm you at all, did I? If so, it was not my intent, and I apologize. However, I don not believe you have anything to fear at all. Your wings are simply progressing in maturity it seems. The rest of the down should remove itself in little to no time at all on its own.

There's really nothing at all out of the ordinary. [Dist motions to his own wings, extending one for show. The feathers were long, strong, black, and rather glossy. He may be in his mid thirties, but Dist isn't anywhere near old, and he was healthy, to boot.] Comparing your wings to my own, you can see that I've no trace of the downy feathers at all. Though if you inspect the incoming feathers, the sheen, shape, and structure are similar.