Nathaniel lived just on the outskirts of town. He was blind to the world. Saw the supernatural...primarily at night. He wore a blindfold over his eyes. Red silk to contrast with his blond hair. He was walking near the forest. Hearing whisperings and cracklings of the fires that burnt there. He headed towards where the aura was coming from. It was night so he could see the supernatural. Usually it was just shadowy outlines...well more like in Daredevil. He stopped by the rock near the lake. He looked around. Finding the aura he had been following. He saw her then. The injured little fair. He knelt down and saw her out like a light. Delicately, tenderly, carefully...he picked up her up in his hands. Carrying the small female towards his home. Holding her at chest level in one of his hands. The other free to open his door. Entering his home and goes over to the doll house he was building. Opening it and sets her on the little doll bed. Taking care to carefully clean her injured wings and her form. Putting a tiny piece of wet cloth over her forehead. He would help tend to and mend this little fairy. He wouldn't be able to see her come morning. Not like he could now. Come morning it will be gray sorta outlines. Night is when he could see the clearest with the supernatural.