[ he suppresses a biting response, doubtful that anything can fully penetrate aspen's mind at this point. with a sigh, he rests a hand on his cheek and glowers at him, picking up the cake to sniff it with disdain. ]

Common? [ his eyes flicker to the map, then back up to aspen. ] It seems like wounds that severe would hinder flight. Especially if they're located on your back. If I flogged a bird I doubt it would take to the air right after.