Her eyes narrow and lips thin at the apology, but she says nothing; to snap at him would be counterproductive, to deny it would be a lie, and her silence on the matter will confirm it anyway. She leaves the subject behind them; her request has been made and acknowledged and that's all she needed.

"This is Luceti." Her tone is a little more business-like, an edge that comes with trying to brush off his pity. Her expressions softens, just a bit, and there's a twinkle of something -- humor, amusement as his expense maybe -- in her eye. "How's your back?"

Because those wings can ache -- and they can be quite a shock upon seeing them.