Lightning Dust chuckled, touching her shoulder with one reassuring wing. “No, sweetheart. That’s just what happens when you put it off. It doesn’t hurt this bad when you make it part of your routine. I should’ve known… that smell had to be coming from somewhere. But now you know.” She nodded towards her other wing. “When your left stops hurting, I’m going to sit here and watch you do the right, okay? I count… only three broken feathers on that side. I know you can do it.”