Tal is holding his hand, and Lance holds right back. Sitting down would've probably been the smartest idea, but standing like this doesn't feel bad either. What's proving to be difficult though, is not mimicking the movements of the owl with his own soul-body. His arm moves slightly as he examines his owl's wings.]

Ah sorry.

[He murmurs the apology when their clasped hands brush against Tal's side, and then Lance holds himself steady again. Experimentally he lifts one of the owls feet, opening and closing its sharp talons. Turning to face the other ow, he hoots first and then--

Laughter. Right, he can't talk in the owl's body. This is going to get confusing, isn't it?]

This is so cool.