Earowo, as a fellow Enkiduai, I can only sympathize with your situation. And I would, of course, share with you some of my luscious fur, but unfortunately, if even a tuft were to leave my supple skin my beauty would diminish and Yliakum as we know it would end.
Know that Weltall was only jealous, he can only grow dead wings and cold, uninviting horns.
