Injured
Editor: Atlas Studios
Gah!
Right let out a surprised cry, and his sturdy body fell hard on the grains, making rustling sounds.
Left finally waited for him to come down, but he didn't expect Right to fall off. He was instantly stunned.
Bai Qingqing quickly ran over and threw a reproachful glare at Muir before she squatted down to take a look at Right.
"How are you feeling? The fall must have hurt, right?" Bai Qingqing picked him up with an aching heart aching.
Right moaned, flapped his wings, then the moans became painful cries. "Screech~"
"What's the matter? Did you twist your wings?" Bai Qingqing pressed the joint of Right's wing, and he immediately let out another painful cry, dodging and not letting her touch it anymore.
A hint of surprise appeared in Muir's eyes as well. He recalled how desperately Right had been flapping his wings earlier and understood that he had hurt himself from the impact.