Lucky shot

Vai inhaled sharply at the bite of talons against the back of her hand, not that she blamed Remi one bit for it. Vai knew shapechangers, after all, and if the hawk was hurt and trapped then it was hardly a surprise for instinct to kick in. The huntress let out a long breath and purposely stilled her hands for a moment or so, as if realising she was beginning to panic as well. When she did move again it was more slowly, as if to give Remi a better chance to predict her actions, though by then he’d managed to move himself to make his talons less likely to lash out at her. “I’m going to cut you free of this,” she told him in a soft and measured tone, though at the sight of the dark blood and the wound on his back, the huntress winced. “Something has stabbed into you though, Remi. I don’t know how much I can do for you here...” The implication being, of course, that they ought to head back to the Sanctuary and that Remi should maybe shift back once he was free - she wasn’t aware of the rest of his injuries discouraging him from doing just that. A few more nicks with the blade and she managed to disentangle him from the net, relieved to be able to tease it away from his wings and feet. Quite without thinking - or perhaps because she wasn’t thinking (Vai was concentrating only on how serious a condition Remi might be in and how she could help) the huntress reached out to brush a careful hand across the bloodied feathers, trying to move them away to see how deep the puncture went. Instantly, a soothing warmth suffused her fingers and she felt a strange calm descend over her - before her eyes, the injury on the hawk’s back began to close, as did the scratches on her hand. Vai’s eyes widened and she withdrew her touch quickly. ”Well that’s new...” vervain where the wild things are