His strange, two-toed clawed feet--almost hooves--touched down with soft clicks. Black wings flared, then flexed before furling, folding loosely against his back.
He watched, staring, as Renasci went about... braiding their hair??
For once, V-Onyx-Two caught himself, and remembered his manners. He frowned, still blushing, and gestured with one sickle to the harpy's hair.
The first time the question is demanded, Renasci pauses- head-crest flaring up and ears out for a moment of short alarm.
The self-correction and tone change makes the harpy blink. Ah. Okay, confusion and not a taboo. Good.
Hoping that's a good enough explanation, they comb their hair into a workable handful of strands again and braid it back quickly.
One last tug to the tie, and a pat to make sure the braid is flush against their head, and they churr in delight. They seem ready now, and flick their gemstone blade from their bag with one hand, wings moving to nudge the woven netting aside and bring the bracer to their open hand with casual ease.
This was it, then-?
He'd been so busy trying to follow the whole hair-braiding thing (and about to ask what 'frill up' meant, though given the context he figured it was something... bird-related, to do with feathers?) that he'd forgotten the very reason they had come here.
Nervousness caught in his throat, and he forced himself to stand taller, tightening his fingers around the hafts of his sickles. One still floated with a single wisp (whatever good that could possibly do) and the other remained magically dead, but Onyx-Two--who'd had hardly any practice even swinging them around--held onto them like a lifeline.