The stairs down are difficult, but with her help he manages them without losing anymore feathers. He follows her in, looking around like he's never stepped foot inside the base before. Wherever this place is, he thinks, it's not much better than it had been outside. It's damp, cold, filthy, and in the narrow hallway he's having trouble keeping his wings from scraping against the ceiling.

He'd hoped that they wouldn't have much further to go, but she keeps leading him on further. He doesn't want to go any further, not if is means sitting in another horrible little room when the hallway is already horrible enough.

"Fauna." He stops and pulls away from her, dropping down to the floor and huffing out an exhausted breath. "Stop." He just sits for a little while, but when he finally looks back up to her, his face is pained and incredibly sad.

His mouth barely turns upwards from a grimace, but when he speaks, it's in a weary but joking tone. "Ever seen a fallen angel before?"