Aware that angels flew at a speed beyond what was typically considered comfortable by mortal standards Murmur knew there was a fair chance of rattling Jon deep into his core. Thankfully that hadn't been the case, and the extra care Murmur took to avoid turbulence had the intended effect. A small amount of fear was to be expected, humans were not flighted creatures by nature after all, but moreover it was the faith Jon put in him so easily that was surprising. Surprising, and very welcome.

It was pleasant, a kind of warmth that filled the soul in a way Murmur lacked proper words for. So too did he find himself pleasantly warmed by the way Jon clung to him, though that sensation was different and also quite welcomed, if curious. Murmur had never found himself particularly fond of being touched, after all. So this was... different. Pleasantly so.

Murmur wasn't granted time to ruminate on that train of thought before Jon was stepping back to admire his wings and a new burst of unfamiliar warmth filled him. Murmur gave his wings a little flutter, flattered and embarrassed in measure to be looked upon in such a way. He didn't hold a candle to the radiance of his brothers so to be looked upon with such awe was something he didn't fully understand how to address.

He didn't have to, Jon spared them both the embarrassment of that moment by toppling over in the snow. There was a brief spark of alarm from the angel, but upon detecting no sense of harm on Jon's part he let out a light, almost melodic laugh, trudging his way through the deep snow to sit down at Jon's side. Craning back his head to likewise watch the sky he smiled.

"Have you ever seen such beauty?" He asked softly.