Beyond the feathers was human skin and a tired young man, definitely not a daemon despite the non-human aspects. Even the Arachne didn't look this close to normal.

Another person might have insisted that no one gives something for nothing, but despite everything Roxas had been through he still kept his faith in the goodness of people deep down. Some people in Ryslig had been selfless too, and they made everything just a little more bearable.

"Yeah, well... this isn't the first time," the harpy admitted, also shifting to sit rather than remain perched on his feet in a crouched position, though his legs remained curled close to his body. "For me, I mean."