Frisk pauses to stick their fingers in their mouth. Wow, he's right!

"Didn't do anything," they repeat, audibly a little more puzzled.

Yes, he's pointing at their wings. They flap them a couple of times in acknowledgement. "...After I woke up. Couple hours. I was walking 'cause I felt itchy all over my back, and then they...kinda...grew there."

More flapping. "They kind of work!" they add brightly.