Thread:ArwenoftheSunland/@comment-27824390-20170411225044/@comment-28247510-20170416020853

Sleet watched on silently, brooding.

"Oh, that'll be fixed too, don't worry." Beluga replied simply. She lifted the grey stone, holding it just above the broken joint, which Beluga could see easily because of the swelling and awkward angle it was bent at. With crackling of bones and the stretching and gradual stitching together of muscles, the wing slowly, painfully, but steadily healed itself under the stone.