“You should rest – that’s not going to get better by moving around. Now, let me have a look at that wing,” Jacques said. Thorax felt her dermis crawl at the idea of letting someling else who wasn’t even a changeling have a look at her wings. Her good wing fluttered in agitation at the thought and she saw the pony chuckle. “Suit yourself. Now, you aren’t going to be walking anyway so… get on.” 