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[prankster_femme]

Wingblade sits on the berth in the quarters that had been officially given to her. She rarely uses them, typically preferring to stay with Steadfast in hers. However, she's in here now, meticulously polishing one of her swords

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[jetlingsofscary]

No one can be sure how they got there but they did. Three little jets with wings back on gather round her and snuggle up to Wingblade. All thier engines whirr softly.

[prankster_femme]

Wingblade looks up when she feels others around her and tries (but fails) to smile for them. "Hey..." She lets her arms and legs fall, allowing them to come closer if they want.

[jetlingsofscary]

And come closer they do. Battlelore and Stellarflare curl into her side, while Snowfire climbs into her lap and nuzzles her canopy. All they while they still whirr.

"Hi, Wingy." Snowfire whispers.

[prankster_femme]

Wingblade wraps her arms around all of them, hodling them tightly.

"You got your wings back," she whispers.