The wings fold away just like that. He watches, somewhat... no, quite wholly breathless. His heart is still facing a bit. Were he even the slight bit stronger, his voodoo might leak out to fear, but he's got it well contained. It's the only thing he's got for the now, staring up in awe.

He shakes himself belatedly. "But a short time ago did I!" He exclaims. Confusion strikes. "In hand most mighty has a button befallen of thee likewise? From what realms do you heed? Is this unharming sun of thine will? Are flightbits of thy species a solid sort? You--" He cuts himself off. That's far too much talking.

He bows low, careful of his horns. "I am Kurloz Makara, servant to the dualities divine, The Messiahs two. I had thought this a parting piece of my brother and dear moirail. This is far greater than I have ever known."