"Sounds like an insult to me." Lith mumbled under his breath.
"It's easy for you to tell me to be patient, Rena." Tista replied. "Awakened heal on their own in hours even from crippling wounds. Heck, even a fake mage by now would have regrown an entire leg with a spell. How can a few feathers take so long?"
"I don't know." Rena shook her head. "But I also know that worrying so much would do you no good."
"It's not just the feathers." Tista folded her wings into her back, incapable of looking at them any longer. "I feel like something precious has been taken away from me. Like I'm missing a piece of my soul and the phantom pain is driving me crazy.
"How did you treat your wing injuries, lil bro?"
"I never sustained injuries to my feathered wings." Lith replied. "In my Wyrmling form, I only had membranous wings. The feathers appeared at the deep violet core but by then I was already 20 meters (66') tall and weighed tons.
