[After a few snags of feathers Zev starts murmuring under his breath in Antivan, too low to be translated. It's all nonsense really, just a warm counterpoint to calm Spock. He was ill at ease and if he jerked it could ruin him.
Finally the second joint is through and he starts pulling the last segment along, pausing to comb his fingers through the disheveled feathers closest to teh cut in the fabric more often than before.]
Mission accomplished!
Finally the second joint is through and he starts pulling the last segment along, pausing to comb his fingers through the disheveled feathers closest to teh cut in the fabric more often than before.]