Her wing would flap mode as he sat where be did. It's irritation from the position it was forced into as not to be squished was more than uncomfortable for her. Yet as known she wouldn't want to upset the beast who hung onto her so dearly. Her voice was soft as well." I noticed."  Matching his tone almost, as the spike of pain from her wing twitching amounting more volume.
As he repositioned himself she would shift as well. So he was more towards her front less on her back where her wing settled in the position it wanted. 

Her expression tried to remain cheery but the stage in repair her wings were at was causing her to twitch in pain now an then. Her gaze moves from him her mind going over memories of a different but similar time when she was hung up by her wings. A tear had formed on her right wing and took a long time to heal. The sky would be lit in a colorful display of the approaching night and a yawn would excape her lips.