[se] bend themselves back into wings

Lena

hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul

Following after Ronin, clutching her basket in both hands to keep herself from flinging up and down the aisles in some unrestrained glee, the young Caretaker nodded. “Thank you.” She didn’t deserve it, and had half an inclination to say so, but figured it would only start a very brief and silly quarrel.

So instead, she wove her way around the display, heading around to another path lined up in chocolate. The varieties made her stand and study them in earnest perusal, sizing up the qualities and quantities, eyes pinpointing over an impressive array of macarons. “Has he tried the gummy landsharks?” She replied with the hint of a smile again, before meandering over to a section of cookies. “Not getting anything for yourself?”

and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all