[se] bend themselves back into wings

"Oooo..." Ronin is drawn towards the gummy section like any kid in a candy store, and while Lena makes her own choices, the Huntsman busies himself collecting an entire shiver of sharks, choosing his colours carefully and folding the paper bag once he's satisfied, setting that down into the basket as well. "Ludo ought to be pleased," he agrees, "because this is going to be quite a feast." Rejoining the girl at her chosen aisle, Ronin nods approvingly at the items she has chosen for her own self spirits, tilting his head as if he doesn't really understand her conundrum. "How about..." Reaching out, the Huntsman gently smacks both peanut butter and ginger snaps into Lena's basket. "There. Perfect. Anything else you feel like getting, or are we ready?" RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving