"You should head to Mallside, they probably have a kiosk there." Tori advises.

She follows the direction of his gaze and sighs. "Oh, yeah, that." She stretches the wing out as far as it will go, which is, admittedly, not too far. "I was... well, kind of kidnapped once. Bunch of gangsters in Skyside, trying to pressure my brother. I almost escaped, and they didn't like that. They broke it, healed it the wrong way. I can't fly now. I miss it." Tori ruffles her feathers, settling the wing back into as natural a place as she can get it. "I can't really afford to get it fixed. They used magic to heal it, so now my body thinks it should be that way. Restoration might work, but there's no guarantee. Surgery is the only real option, but that's delicate, and expensive."