Wings. They don’t sound half bad at first blush considering they apparently allow for flight, yet, that’s not something that can be covered as easily as the movies would suggest. The notion is met with a raise of his brows before he hums softly. Tongue sliding against the back of his sharp teeth with his mouth closed, Benjiro considers carefully before he reaches up to unhook his mask from behind one ear. With the cover still held in place, he speaks, “I remember things that aren’t human too, but for now, it’s not bad.”

He lowers the mask, keeping his lips closed to cover his teeth as he looks to Sam. For now, he can pass as perfectly human if he’s attentive, and even with the change there below the surface, it’s not discernable. The teenager covers his mouth once more with the mask before he speaks again, “It’s just my teeth, and with any luck, that’s all it will be.”