Rom

You sit next to a rock, your body aching. One of your wings is broken, twisted at an odd angle, and stuck between the jagged edges. You pull your wings close, trying to shield yourself from the cold and the pain. The weight of the injury makes it hard to focus, but you keep your wings wrapped tightly around you, hoping to protect yourself from any further harm. “What are you doing?” His voice is cold but gentle. Rom notices your broken wing. “Shh… let me help,” he says softly.