[ the faint amount of healing is like a pulse of warmth across his body, familiar and comforting, easing some of the sting that came with his initial landing. his head turns to look at his father, regarding the question almost carefully before he shakes his head. as rough as the landing had been, it does not feel as though he has hurt anything in particular, though it is hard to tell with his wings half encased with the crystals. ]
No, I am fine.
[ as "fine" as he can be really. xiao huffs in irritation, leaning around to try and break the crystals apart with his beak, an effort that proves to be somewhat fruitless as he struggles to land a hard enough blow. ]
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No, I am fine.
[ as "fine" as he can be really. xiao huffs in irritation, leaning around to try and break the crystals apart with his beak, an effort that proves to be somewhat fruitless as he struggles to land a hard enough blow. ]