Lucky shot

remi The hawk clicked his beak together to display amusement as Vervain said he was all just fluff and feathers. That was probably true in human form as well. Though being carried on his back as if he were a small infant was a bizarre feeling in this body, given how much his wings ached, he'd far rather Vai have to help him back towards town in this form, than with his full man-weight leaning against her for support. Chirping softly, if Remi could have shrugged, he would have. They never used nets and things like that back in Northaven; Remi hadn't even been on the look out for traps or anything even remotely similar. Clearly he'd have to be much more careful - they all would, really. At the mention of Vai being able to heal, Remi turned his golden gaze upwards and though his avian expression was poor at communicating emotions, the subtle title of his head should have been enough to render a vague facsimile of curiosity. Healing? Just how had Vai managed that? Remi knew preciously little about magic, but he was quite sure that the type of elementalism Vai possessed was more or less completely divorced from the sort of magic that allowed for healing?