Aeolus Masters

"Alright, alright. You'll be just fine." *His gentle, gravelly voice murmurs. His fingers work to gently remove the brace holding a little sparrows wing. The bird chips with minor discomfort until the wrap is removed, its' wing stiff but folding back to its' body.* "See? It's no longer broken." *He smiles warmly, lifting the little bird to set it on a low branch.*