He thought about trying to explain that only Gazzy and Angel had been related by blood and the rest of them just called each other family by necessity, and by blood spilled to keep each other safe, but it wasn't worth the trouble.

So instead he just settled once they were inside, wings ruffling for a moment, stretching again before settling comfortably against his shoulders, not quite a shield, but definitely giving him a bigger profile, he often used them the way cats used their whiskers, to gauge the size of doorways and the proximity of other objects.

"So, time for the grand tour? Hope there's refreshments if it's more than an hour long." That was typical of Iggy, almost-wry, definitely amused, and making the most of the situation.

His vision had been damaged, completely removed, rather, in the efforts of giving him better night-vision, and once, years prior and a world away, he'd had the night vision come back, for a while, at a time when everyone was getting powers and no one had been able to explain why. For the most part they'd worn off, his had, and he was actually glad for it, as it had been disorienting, and even downright painful in the daytime.