"Integrate, huh? Now you got my attention. What'd you get your hands on anyways?"

Saras
"A little of everything. Remember, I'm really successful. I get almost all of my targets," Saras said. Then, noticing Zethrin eyeing his wings, he spread them, and said, "You can touch them, if you want."

(For my reference, what are the wings made of?)

*Zethrin*

She was a bit stunned at hearing her name. "Oh, uh, sure?" she she said with a raised brow. She gave the wings a tap in two or three places before asking, "Do these have nerves?" she asked

(They're like bats' wings.)
Saras
"The membranes don't, but the ribs and mainstay do."

*Zethrin*

"I should give you my horns, then I could call you Lucifer. It would, suit you." She chuckled.

Saras
"Yeah, no thank you. Then my helmet wouldn't fit."

*Zethrin*

"Pfffft, who cares about helmets when you would look as bad as$ as me!" she joked. She had never once wore a helmet in her life. She had too much pride for that. She stepped away from Saras and leaned against the nearest surface. "Nice wings by the way. I don't get why you dont let them out for often. They could be pretty useful."

Saras
"My armor is too heavy. I can't fly with it."

*Zethrin*

"Get lighter armor." She suggested with a shrug. "Helmets would stop me from using me horns, and I find armor to be more harmful than helpful. Whatever though, you do seem more like a tanker if anything."

Saras
"Besides, my gear is heavy too. It doesn't make sense to use my normal wings. Especially when my armor has wings with it."