"It tastes like medicine," Elle retorted when he commented about the leaves. For a moment it looked like she was considering making him taste it for himself, but she looked away and the curiously introverted expression on her face passed. She watched his leg instead, like an attentive nurse, making sure that he didn't cause himself more harm.<br/><br/>"Wings will hardly help you to keep from landing without your feet," she said flatly, refusing to be awed by his feathery appendages. "Without a plan there is no purpose in moving from the cave until you are healed."<br/><br/>She sat down again at last, within arm's reach of him, and turned her eyes on his face as he spoke of passing the time. She raised an eyebrow in a rarely expressive motion when he asked where she was from.<br/><br/>"Calendas," she said, naming the kingdom adjacent to their location. "To be more specific would be unwise. I have a home there, and I am rarely there. That is sufficient enough information."<br/><br/>The firelight played on Ghaleon's wings and she nodded to them. "And you? I am told that the only<span style="font-style: italic">ethreal</span>that are here have fallen from Summerland."