Gabriel nods, and carefully walks alongside her trying to focus on the subway entrance. Talking at the same time is almost too much, so he doesn't bother. It's not a long walk, but it feels like it takes forever because each step is agony. If only the cold would numb him enough to stop the pain, but somehow it doesn't touch it.

He has to retrace his steps twice as they go to retrieve them. Two long contour feathers are tucked away very carefully with the others. Soon, he thinks, he'll have to find another way of carrying them. There's only so much space in his pockets.

The entrance to the subway isn't much warmer than outside, but the wind dies down almost immediately and he nearly collapses right there. He turns to the girl, wondering again what she's doing here. She couldn't be here just for him, could she? Is she being punished as well?

"No use," he finally says, referring to his wings. "They won't heal."