( Thank God for that. She sees no problem in actually helping out somehow if it's not labor intensive. If she gets into the good will of others the quicker, the better it'll be for her.

When he mentions her wings, she decides to go along with it and winces like she was reminded of the subtle shades of pain she felt at the moment. )

They are still tender, monsieur. ( She tries to smile away her discomfort, doing her best to look like she's making the best of the aches she is (not) experiencing. ) I hope this is something that fades away soon or is not a common thing with our wings. I always was never one of perfect health and I don't think adding on more thing to my list is something my physician will approve of.