Aban spat the chewed leaves into his hand, his mouth, tongue, lips, and gums numb. "Numbweed'll help," he said, gently massaging the paste into her feathers and skin. He set to work breaking the branches correctly, tying them to her wings, and covering them with cloth. "Should heal quickly. If you don't mind, could you turn around? I'm going to change out of my armor so it's easier to travel."