He shrugs. "Maybe! I was born without wings or any likelihood of growing them if that counts for anything."

Julien wonders if he should tell Stone that it's not that big a deal if he does drop him, he can just form a new body, but decides not to. There's only so far being flippantly cheerful should go, it's maybe better not to overwhelm people with how weird he really is, and it would suck to get half of him killed and spend two weeks without real hands. Maybe more.

"I'll tell you what I am, 's far as I know, if you tell me what you are," he offers, steeling himself. It's much easier to agree to an offer than to put himself into a large being's power like this. He closes his human eyes and navigates by what he can see through his bird eyes; that makes it more distant, and he steps forwards gingerly.