"The edges will be the worst, and up at the joint usually needs tidying. Cut any ragged ends. Pull out ones that are turned at odd angles. Polish what's dull," Laszlo instructed. "Will it hurt if I pull out your feathers?" "I'm used to it. Just warn me," he said, glancing over his shoulders. He drew his knees up and rested his forearms on them, hunching forward so I could reach the undersides of his wings too, where there were more ruffled spots.
