Rhavir groaned in his sleep as he was carried to a less brutally heated spot. He hissed in pain as he felt a pressure on his chest before a warmth began to bloom though his chest, the broken ribs cracking audibly back into place. His shoulder gives a rather nasty pop as it moves back into its socket. All the while he grimaces from the pain, his entire body sore and battered. His wing is the last to heal, the bones sinking back under the skin and clicking back into joint before the muscles and skin healed back after.