Don't you worry, little bird. This world does not belong to you alone. There are many others here. And though it may seem like it, not all are evil. Some are even willing to help poor, apterous birds like you.
The bird cannot heal by itself. But it is a lucky bird. It got found. Picked up. Brought to a new place. And though it felt afraid, it knew that there was safety within the walls of this new cage. Don't worry, little one. They will set you free once you're okay.
And so, they helped him. They cleaned his wounds, looked at them, tried to repair his damaged wings. Now, all are waiting with high hopes, but low expectations. The bird was so damaged. Will the operation succeed?
I calmed down. So did the other two. But the conversation wasn't over yet.
"Do we know him?" Lucian asks, back to his usual self. Well, usual... I guess his usual being-at-someone's-home self?