[Hesitant before he finally rises from the branch, his wings make subtle creaking sounds as they lift him to the air and Summoner's face becomes hardened, jaw tightening from the pain, but he says nothing as he drifts down to the ground, landing quietly. Once he finally does land, his wings don't close but stay fully open, eyes trailing to Darkleer, trying to smile, but this meet is far more terrifying to him than one would expect.]

Right...

Uh. [Breath.] How well do you know of a invertebrates? And the differences between indirect and direct flight? Are you familiar with the inner workings of wing joints and know the axillary units well? I think the humeral plate might be shifted but I don't know, and, and I'm not sure but I can't really feel the third axillary at all.

[He's babbling, because... because damnit this is really nerve wracking for him. He doesn't want to say he doesn't trust him, but he doesn't really trust anyone with this, not really.]