The grand plan

"It's your wings." Bardumond stated as he dabbed an itchy powder onto her back. Jasmine, who was lying on her stomach, raised her head to look at him in confusion. Was he referring to what she was thinking?

She had come over as soon as she left Srovian Mountains, and explained to him the pain she had felt. He had told her to lie on her stomach on the couch and proceeded to apply the powder on her, not saying a word until a moment ago.

"What?"

"Your wings." He repeated the words, explaining as if she didn't understand. "Demigoddesses can have wings too."

"I know what you mean but…ow!" She tried to sit up, retiring back down when she felt the pain again. "I don't have wings."

"You did in your previous life." He placed the cap on the powder bottle, moving away from her. "Leave the powder on until after sunset. You will be okay."