Willow stepped out of the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around her and her clothes in her arms. "Here, this should be more comfortable." Storm held her hands out with a white shirt with a low back and thin straps and a pair of loose grey pants. 

"What should I do with these, ma'am?" Willow gestured to the clothes in her hands. Storm looked down at them and her eyes got caught on the harness and she swallowed hard. 

 "Just put them on the bed. I'll take care of them." She shook her head, trying to forget how horrible it must have been for the young woman to endure what she had. "Do you need help with this or...?" 

"My wings, ma'am, if it isn't a bother..." Willow hesitated to speak, she'd never been allowed to freely before, never had she been able to speak without permission. 

 "Of course not." Storm smiled. "You don't have to call me ma'am, my name is Storm." the woman said, moving behind the younger woman. Storm gasped when she saw Willow's back. So much beauty and sadness in one place. Her wings were gorgeous, sheer beauty and such a pure white. Thick, puffy scars littered Willow's back, shoulders, and torso and Storm fought the urge to touch them. Carefully, she ringed the straps of the shirt over her wings and let them rest between the bases of the two wing that were attached to the girl over her shoulder blades. "You hungry?" 

 "If you've got something to spare." 

 "Nonsense." Storm shook her head and guided Willow again through the halls. 

 "Ah, Willow, my dear, come." the professor exclaimed. "You're just in time for dinner." she'd never seen so much food in one place, warm food placed on silver plates and in elegant bowls. "Please, sit."  

 She did as she was asked and planted herself in one of the wooden chairs beside the man with blue skin, Kurt Wagner. He smiled at her and in that light she could really see the patterns drawn on his skin. Carefully drawn shapes and symbols that were beautifully designed. Everyone introduced themselves and made small talk with her. She answered shortly and only spoke when she was spoken to, watching the others eat, she kept her hands at her sides. 

 "Won't you join us?' Professor Xavier asked her. 

 "Now, sir?" 

 "Yes, Willow." 

 "Thank you, sir." she nodded. She placed small portions onto her plate and picked up her fork.