"You hurt him. You intentionally pulled on his wing. I told you not to. You won't even say you're sorry."
She shook her head. "I want to see if he's okay. Someone has to," she said with a frown, starting off in the direction he went.
Puck watched her, his face darkening as she left. Ben's path was pretty clear. He had headed down the path, walking quickly.
He paused, looking over his shoulder curiously. His wings fluttered a little, but the other one was still injured.