"On the pillows?" she asked, still not looking at me bar one brief flick of her eyes.
"Yes. Um... I can pile up the blanket, and lean on that. And then when you want to do my wings we can... make a plan, I guess?
"Okay..." she said.
"Caitlyn?"
"Yeah," she quavered.
"You're... look, if this is going to make you uncomfortable..."
"No... no... I'll be fine. It's just... I've never had a naked girl in my room before and... and my mind is just being stupid and... I'm sorry. You must think I'm a complete mess..."
"It's fine," I said, gently. "How can I help?"
"Lets just get started," she whispered, still pink as dawn. "I'll... get over myself. Somehow or other."
I sat down on her bed, and then nestled back against the pile of pillows and blankets. I lifted a knee slightly and twisted ov
