Abbaddon washed himself clean methodically. BY now he knew where blood collected and how to get it out by rote. he hated that, he isn't some wild killer so why does death seem to follow him? Why do so many people hate him. Killing may be his job, but he only killed those his Father ordered him to or attacked him. That was all.<br/><br/>He gets out and dries off, twisting his hair up and pulling some loose pants on. He trashes his robes, making a mental note that he will need to order another new set. He destroys so many clothes. He destroys so many... everything. Abbaddon seems to destroy everything he touches. He uses the mirrors to examine the wing. The flesh had already mostly healed up and the feathers would be grown back in by morning. there appeared to be two breaks, one clean and one compound.<br/><br/>He heads back out to where Kane is finishing cooking his face still blank. "Do you know how to set bones? It's okay if you don't, it's just easier if someone else does it." He says tonelessly. Honestly he's still in a bit of shock, numb. He's going through the steps he needs to take without really performing them consciously.