Damien grimaced. "Look, five places. Let me try touching you in five places. If none of them work, I'll come up with another way. But the people can't see your wings. It'd bring us trouble.
Zula frowned down at the ground, scuffing one shoe against the pavement. "Fine. Only five, though. That's all." Hopefully he wouldn't do anything too weird.
"Good. And I'll avoid private places. I'm a gentleman, after all, to an extent." Damien first traced his fingers carefully over her collar bone, watching her wings.
"T-to an extent?" But he was already touching her, and Zula shivered, her wings fluttering slightly, but still very visible. "If... If they disappear, they can come out again, right?"
"Yes, and once I know your spot, I can teach you how to hide them and how to bring them back on your own." Damien could tell he was close. But whether it was the location or the action he was close to, he wasn't sure. It could have been both. "Try doing what I just did but to your breasts. I think that may be it...."
Zula looked at him like he was nuts. She shook her head, bringing her hands up to her chest and carefully feeling. This just felt so weird... "I don't think this is working..." she muttered after a moment, letting her hands drop to her sides. Surely that couldn't be the right spot, anyway. Right? Because that was just weird. "Somehwere else..?"
Damien sighed, trying it on her shoulders.
Zula tensed a little at his touch, and her wings moved again, a bit more noticeably this time. "I think you're close."
Damien nodded. "I think it's your back, perhaps the spine or your shoulder blades at the base of the wings."
"Back..." Zula reached behind her, her fingers brushing the space between her shoulder blades, making her jump; her wings were gone, leaving an odd, tingling feeling behind.
Damien smiled. "There. See? And because gentleness caused then to disappear, we know the oposite would make them reappear. So putting more pressure, or perhaps a pinch, should bring them back."
Zula nodded, trying to memorise the information in case she needed it elsewhere. "Got it." She looked down at herself, wondering what she looked like without her wings. "Do I look weird without them?"
Damien paused, seeming caught off guard by the question. "You..." He swallowed, realizing how beautiful. "You look like a human version of an angel. You don't look weird. You look...perfect."
"Oh." Zula sighed, not really getting what his reaction was all about. Demons were strange, apparently. "I've never seen a human before. Do they look nice?"
Damien blinked. "Uh...Andrew was human...A human with a supernatural gift, I'll admit, but human nevertheless."
"Was he?" Zula looked down at her hands, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. This whole day felt like a dream... "Do you think I'll wake up soon?" she asked in a sorrowful whisper.
With a sighed, Damien hugged her. "I'm sorry Zula...but there's nothing to wake up to..." He kept an arm around her shoulders and guided her to walk beside him. "I'll try my best to make things better..."
Zula began sniffling all over again, trying her hardest not to cry. His arm around her was warm, and she leaned into him as they walked. "So I'm awake..?" Her hands trembled as she clutched onto his shirt. "W-why didn't you come sooner? Then more of us would be okay..."
Damien winced, guilt coming over him. "I...I'm sorry...i just...by the time I got the message and got here...it was too late." He looked down. If he'd lived closer like Andrew wanted, he might have been there sooner. In time to help.
Zula couldn't hold back her tears any longer, and she began to cry again. "If... If y-you'd been there s-sooner..." she muttered between soft sobs that shook her small shoulders, hiding her face against his shirt.