Flandre looked thoughtful a moment, lifting a hand to her face.

"Ah, well. These wings aren't real, so...I mean, they are real, I just wasn't born with them." She flutters said wings, making the crystals on them chime.

"They help control my power, so I don't go all..." She grimaces, and arches her clawed fingers a bit into further claw shapes. "Like that."