Only one such friend shares this world with me, I am afraid. As for those injuries, it is not as if I did not feel them happening to me. I am not the sort of person who takes some manner of twisted enjoyment from pain, so I cannot much claim I enjoyed them, either. But after hundreds of years you grow used to it. The feeling of such injury begins to feel mild. Eventually, you just grow used to it.

[She is silent for a few moments, to let all she'd said sink in.]

So now it should become obvious why I say it is a price most would not enjoy. Though if it is merely flight, and not actual wings, you wish, that is much easier accomplished with a simple flight spell. It is difficult to find someone that cannot soar through the sky where I was living before this world had the audacity to drag me into it.