OUR QUEEN!

Messia left the room, and the door closed, then the room was filled with the sounds of a soft vibrating purr. Serria walked up beside me and smiled down at me sadly.

"You shouldn't get hurt like this, but I know it's not your fault. I can heal your body, but I can't heal your wing," Serria said sadly, but I figure that much. 

I couldn't see it, but I knew my wing was damaged beyond repair. The crash into the wall had been intense, and the pain that I felt after was worse than dying; that had been easy.

"I know, and it's okay; I am thankful for whatever you can," I said with a dreamy-spaced-out voice.

Her purr was relaxing, but it was hard to think outside of a single thought she did. Suddenly, I felt something warm and wet slide across my skin, but before I could look, I gasped out.

I sucked in a large breath of air and felt my broken ribs snap into place. There was still pain, but now I could breathe easier.