[Chris confusion only grows and he takes half a step back as a hand comes up to rub at his chin in thought.]

I...hmm...obvious sign is he took them off someone or something, but my guess would be the former since I've been here over a year, all told, and never seen a thing with wings like that.

[Which...the implication of that makes his own back ache and it was hardly the same. Someone could try to rip his wings off, but so long as he could concentrate long enough to break the connection, he could dispel them with a thought and they'd be right again next he'd cast them. It'd hurt like nothing else, but it'd be fixable. This...

He moves back to the table to set his glass down and buy himself a moment to think through his spells.]

I...I think I can find out who they might belong to, though. And I might even be able to reattach them in the healing.

[He turns back to look at Oliver, determination sharp in his eyes.]

I'll need a hand on those wings, though and I can't do it any sooner than tomorrow.