Wings are tricky. Nigel agrees. His right eye suddenly lights up with tiny unreadable lines of text as it scrolls past his vision, an implanted hud trying to analyse the damage done to the wing. As he does his left hand starts... rippling, various sections of machinery rising and falling out of the otherwise smooth surface as he thinks. He frowns for a second, his eye and hand quickly returning to normal, before muttering: Sorry, distracted.

You said they used magic to heal it? I'll be honest the only people I knew who could use magic before coming here pretty universally wanted to murder me or my employer so I'm not too familiar with it - they use it much for doctoring work around here? He's pretty obviously trying to distract the conversation away from the otherwise more uncomfortable topic. Providing support is hard!