"You—! You little—!" she spluttered, claws balled into gryphonic fists, her eyes wide with the shock and pain. She was going to shout invective and probably grab the human before… she felt something strange, a tingling sensation that hugged the flesh beneath her feathers. It was not altogether unpleasant, she found. The bleeding stopped, and eventually the white of the towels the human was holding over her injured wing ceased turning red. She felt the tension and ache of her wing lessen.