Flandre reached into the cabinet, where two sets of inactive wings were hanging next to her coats and shirts (totally normal closet contents). A spare set of wing caps was on the top shelf; Flandre was wearing the other set. She handed the wings to her sister, and started to take off her scorched coat. It was likely beyond saving now.

"I have to." Flandre wavered; too harsh? "I'm supposed to."

"I'll be okay, Remi. I wanted to make sure you were, too."