The winged man ran his hands through his ash gray hair as he looked away and let out a loud exhale through his mouth. Once he felt calmer, he finally looked back at her, who was sitting quietly while bearing the cold.
"I'm sorry," she said.
"I am sorry too," he sighed. "I should not have talked to you like this."
She raised her head to look at him. "I should have listened to you as well. But if you tell me why can't I touch it, then I won't ever try to do it again."
"Only my mate can touch my wings," he said solemnly. "If you want to touch it, then be my mate. I will not stop you."
"I-I won't touch your wings again," she said, looking guilty at what she had done out of her curiosity. "I'm sorry."
Morpheus stood up and changed the subject. "I have been told to bring you back in an hour so we don't have much time left."
"Only an hour?" She looked displeased.
