"I would sit here," he says after a moment of consideration. He adjusts his positioning slightly, moving to settle on the blanket in front of her, his knees drawn up to his chest.

Carefully, he stretches his wings out - fully - allowing the muscles and tendons to flex, working any lingering soreness away. There are only a few patches on the wing where he tore the feathers out to cover her wounds, new pin feathers already growing in.