Blackfeather Woods the winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,

He watches Phillip carefully as he answers, guilt sparking in his chest at the way he stammers through the answer. But he doesn't get an opportunity to apologize or ask about it; Phillip goes on to prove, once again, that he is a kinder and more attentive lover than Zephyr had imagined was possible. The questions catch him a little off-guard, leaving him floundering at first in search of an answer. I — Am I alright? It's a good question; one he hadn't thought to ask himself. I don't know. I feel wrong — like I have a disease or something. My body doesn't feel... normal, to me. I wish I was more like you. Honesty is more difficult than he'd expected. But getting it out feels a little better, and he knows Phillip is the safest person in the world to express these feelings to.