She turned back to Glacir, saying in a hushed tone "When you're used to wide open spaces, just about anything less than airy begins to feel like a cage. You would understand this if you had limbs like extra arms that stretched out on either side of you as far as you are tall." She felt self-conscious talking about her wings like this, the feathery appendages shuffling as if they had a life of their own and were now reacting to being put in the spotlight. Tyrian proposed that he knew where to go, taking the female's smaller hand in his larger one and leading the way. Any of the previous bravado she had felt before at beating him at his own game faded away, the surprising action making her eyes widen. The green hues almost glowed in this low light, her bird-like vision trying to compensate for the lack of lamps to see by.
His wink made her feel even more self-conscious, the female not realizing that he had noticed how she needed to compensate for the ship's design. Her feather's ruffled more, the wings folding together without moving too much out of their compacted position. His contact with her, the feeling of his rough palm covering her fingers, was something unusual for her. As a soldier, she hadn't been involved in much physical contact unless it was sparring of sorts. This was....different. Pleasantly different, she realized. "Well then, if the room is large on top of it then I can't wait to get there." Kestral's stomach rumbled at that exact moment, making her place her free hand on top of it as if that might quieten it.