Educational? Well, perhaps. So far Enjolras hasn't noticed himself learning anything he cares about, but of course he'll tell Combeferre all about it when he's human again in a few hours, and Joly too; both of them will doubtless find discoveries in it.

Here's another thing the canine face is well suited for, it turns out: the kind of fond, tolerant look Enjolras directs often at a friend being incomprehensibly themselves.

As for Enjolras, his reasons for doing this are entirely the astonished delight with which Bahorel is wriggling beside him, and Prouvaire's twirling, and Combeferre's familiar grin (even attached to a bizarre chimaera body.) He holds himself still as the wing brushes over his shoulder. A strange feeling -- the soft fur ruffling over a dog's shoulder, not quite the same feeling as a hand brushing over his hair; the great wing, all muscle and bone and leathery skin -- but a friend's touch, despite all the bizarreness, and thus welcome.

His jaw gapes a little in the canine version of his faint smile, somewhere between tolerant and self-satisfied, and the dog's body adds a huff of amusement. Yes, you're all welcome: he did it.