I was woken up by pain in my left wing. I opened my eyes and saw Yanka, kneeling at my side. She was wrapping some fresh fabric around my neatly folded wing.
"Don't move yet, I'm almost done," she said.
I just nodded, still half-asleep, and looked around. I must have fallen asleep sitting, leaned against the rock. The warm border of sunlight falling into the cave was glistening on the hay just a little to my left. Further back, I saw Sril, talking to Arith... I turned my head away in anger. Even having eye contact with him made me feel bitter.
"Something wrong?" Yanka got concerned.
"No, nothing," I covered my irritation with a little smile.
"Well, I think that will do it for now," she bound the ends of the dressing into a solid knot and extended her hand to help me to my feet.
