[Aa—he takes another step, cautious, mainly so that he doesn't freak her out. They must've done something to her head, so... being careful, for once in his career, seems like the nice thing to do.]

Are you alright? You didn't bust your wing, didja'? [He points behind him, oblivious to the painful burns on his shoulders and back. Funny how that is; he's just never any good with dealing with his own.] I can take you to the clinic if you want. The doctors there are pretty cool.

[E-even if he avoids it like the plague. He puts a hand out, as if asking for hers, certainly asking for hers.]

Put the sword away! There's a bakery and a store and stuff, too, if you're hungry. We'll go for a walk, get some fresh air.