Crouched over the ground, his hands moved agile and fast. His eyes locked, his mind sharp... He was too focused in the task at hand to notice the footsteps approaching him. He let out a deep breath and finally, he pulled his hands up, the little bandage in the bird wing wrapped tightly enough to not let him move it freely, but not to hurt it. There... You'll be okay, little one... He muttered softly as he stroked the little bird's feathers.
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