[ Devan stands on the pillow, all four inches of her, and spreads her arms and wings wide. ]

Well, ta-daa! This is a Pixie. As in, I am one, duh. [ The duh is more for herself than him. Sometimes, she just talks too much. ] I guess we're nothing like birds, our wings tend to be probably closer to that of a butterfly? But they're stronger than theirs.

[ She smiles. ]

I can change sizes, though, and hide my wings. Look almost Human.