Ironically, it was the application of healing magic, rather than the infliction of the wound itself, that finally broke her numbed silence. A weak, agonized cry escaped her as his hand rested on her chest, channeling his power into her broken body. Every magic-user's aura was unique, a sort of "signature" they could be recognized by, and his was a strange, almost eldritch power. It was icy, and thoroughly inhuman. Her skin crawled as it seeped into her, spreading through her body. The open, bloody-covered wing stump began to close as scar tissue knitted itself into place, stemming the exsanguination of her body. Within her chest, her broken ribs were forced back into place and mended, the shift causing an additional flare of pain that nearly made her retch again, and the torn muscles and tendons in her shoulders stitched themselves back together.<br/><br/>With a frost-like chill, the magic began crawling its way into her remaining wing. It shifted with a gut-churning fleshy sound as the snapped bones were pulled back together, but Dradiro needn't have worried about her escaping by air. The remaining wing would be nothing but dead weight without its twin, leaving her balanced and scarred both in body and mind. She would have welcomed death at this point, but she would not be granted such mercy.<br/><br/>The broken tiefling whimpered like a beaten cur as he purred in her ear, before darkness finally took her again.<br/><br/>Aryel was as limp as a rag-doll when one of the vampiric guards picked her up and slung her across his shoulder, carrying her with ease. Leaving his comrades to clean up the mess of blood and feathers strewn across the floor, he left the throne room and began the trek to the witch's tower, in the southwest wing of the palace. A set of spiraling stairs soon took him upwards, and the rich, earthy scent of herbs and salves began to make itself known. The heavy oak down at the top of the stairs was adorned with runes, and he shifted the unconscious body on his shoulder to rap at the door with a gauntleted fist. He knew better than to barge into her quarters unannounced.