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Arianna thought for a moment, her mind racing over her body. She rolled her shoulders, and paled slightly. "Different." She started hesitantly, turning her head to look over her shoulder. She frowned, "Physically, I'm fine. But..." She trailed, and looked back at Elijah. "Mentally, I guess I'm fine also." She added, and looked at the table top. She pressed her eyes closed for a moment, "I don't like it. My wings have always been a source of comfort. A way to escape if I felt trapped. The skies and winds a kind of freedom that I would miss dearly if I couldn't fly anymore." She said truthfully.