“It’s nothing really,” Joachim said as he rose up and walked to stretch his legs. As he turned, the human noticed his right wing was wrapped up in a splinter and bandage. He winced sympathetically. “Before you ask, no, I don’t want to talk about it. Let’s just say I ticked off the wrong person,” Joachim said as he noticed the human’s stare. “Anyway, it’ll be healed up soon enough.” He opened up a nearby pack bag and lifted out a small orange bottle. “Salamander salve,” he explained as he shook the bottle and replaced it back into his pack. “Not as good as genuine rest and hospital care, but put it on the damaged limb, and it’ll help knit bones. In time anyway, so long as you don’t foul up and start dancing on the hurt limb or anything. I gave you some for those nasty cuts you had all over your paws,” he said, pointing at the human, who began looking at his hands. He nodded, an impressed look on his face. “Anyway, I don’t believe I got your name?”