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Deet nods slightly, worrying her lip at little at the thought of the last fight she saw, the anger and fear that gripped her, the power of the Darkening. Her fingers stray to the edge of the cloak she's wearing and run through the soft feathers, and that makes her feel better at once.

A slow smile grows on her face once again at the dare, and she giggles quietly, once. "That almost sounds like flirting, Captain," she teases, but nods agreeably.

The cloak has to be adjusted slightly, but then she flares her wings and flutters, hopping into the air and hovering for a few seconds before landing again. She leaves her wings spread then, content to show them off despite her laughter. "I got bit by a nurloc on this one," she points. "Not that long ago, but it's almost all healed up. I don't think there's going to be a scar at all in the long run."