[Now this is what Nala lives for. Finding people stumbling around in pain.
Raine is perched on top of one of the shops in the village when she notices a figure flying low and very poorly, an immediate sign of something being wrong. That's when she moves into action, using her own wings to lift her off the building and to glide safely down to the ground a few feet from the approaching teen. Recognition settles in; it isn't as if there are many young bald monks in the enclosure.]
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Raine is perched on top of one of the shops in the village when she notices a figure flying low and very poorly, an immediate sign of something being wrong. That's when she moves into action, using her own wings to lift her off the building and to glide safely down to the ground a few feet from the approaching teen. Recognition settles in; it isn't as if there are many young bald monks in the enclosure.]
Aang... please stop. You're hurt.