[ he gives one chagrined look at her as she is just as startled by his fall as he is, and then another as she starts to scramble up the steps; the words don't trouble yourself are at the tip of his tongue, but he swallows them back. after all, it's not like he can go back to get it himself...

so he watches with some resignation as she struggles, and then his eyes widen in surprise as her wings give her the much-needed boost. ]

Viktor, [ he answers, reaching for the crutch and using it to push himself upright again. ]

Thank you for your help. [ he pauses, debating whether to ask; but in the end, his curiosity wins out. ] Forgive me, but your wings, they are functional, then? Real, not for the... aesthetic.