[Quentin's eyebrows raise as he gets a good look at Octavius for the first time in weeks, and- well. Well, well, well. Seems like both of them got saddled with some neck fluff. And the pastels- wow. Guy doesn't even have an iris from the look of things.]

Octavius. I can't say it's good to see you, but- [He shrugs, pushing away from the tree.] Thanks for showing up. You figure out how to use those things yet-? Mine are mostly fidgety.

[Wings are weird. He still has no real idea on how to control his own.]