"Is it blood? Are you hurt?" I asked as I got closer to him. Though the sun was setting, the lights from the lamps in my room allowed me to see his body clearly.
Though wary, the eagle did not fly when I approached. Just as I was about to reach out to him, he took small steps back but hesitantly stayed still when my finger touched his feathers. When I was sure he would not fly away, my hand lowered, and I observed that there was a tiny wound on his leg, at the outside of his claw fold.
"I have a magic medicine for you. If you take it, it will be healed in no time. Let me get it for you." I turned to go to the dresser inside my room as I continued to talk. "Martha gave me this magic medicine, but it's of no use for me." My voice lowered as I mumbled, "As if I can even go somewhere to hurt myself."
