[Jaskier rolls a hand through the air as he explains:] I mean that quite literally, unfortunately.

[At Zack's second question, with the smallest of grimaces, he nods. If anything particularly bothers him, it's the little sharp spines he'd gained all across his skin. Even the blue doesn't feel as much to handle as those. Luckily, even though it seems connected to a bizarre reflex, he can sort of... smooth them out.

Frankly, he'd prefer something like feathers.

At least Zack sees the silver lining.] I'll be glad to show you as much as you'd like! I'll be sure to bring some Aeternaen wine. I'm sure neither of us are particularly featherweights during a full moon.

[The pun is only somewhat intentional. (It's fully intentional.)]