Desmond couldn't see his own eyes without the help of a mirror, but Shaun would see the telltale shift towards permanent gold. He was predatory Avian... Like Altair, Ezio, and Connor. And Daniel Cross. His wings were growing out a bit more, enough to be obvious against his shoulder blades. He might not see them, but he could definitely feel them.

He slumped back down on the bed, letting out a huff. "Very funny, Shaun. Real funny. Thanks I get for saving your ass, I guess." he went quiet, trying to remember. All he could think about was how damn hungry he was. "...Did it work? The shield?"