Lucky shot

remi Flapping his wings mildly in weak agreement, Remi bobbed his head. If he had lips with which to speak he might have asked her to try, if only because he felt so uncomfortable. But knowing Vai, if she thought that would have helped, she would have done so. No, she was probably quite right to take him to the infirmary. That thought brought a sudden cold pang; Martha wouldn't be there, but she should. She was a vet after all, and while Remi knew there were likely plenty of healers, he'd have done almost anything to be seen by his old friend. Where was she? Clicking his beak sharply twice to indicate no, Remi ruffled the feathers around his neck slightly as if trying to make himself look larger despite the fact he was being carried like a stuffed animal.