She slipped off his cot and returned to hers, just as the Alyndar walked in holding two severed wings.
She pulled a chair over to Eden and sat next to her cot. "Alright, my dear... let's reattach these wings, huh?" Eden sat up, her expression difficult to read. She looked down at the ground, turning obediently away from the Alyndar, exposing the two bandaged stumps on her back. The Alyndar began to gently unwrap the bandages. The last bandage fell away, and Sam would see the jagged edges where he had hacked through. The Alyndar frowned and lifted the crumpled right wing, aligning it with the right stump and beginning to try to reconnect it.
After a moment, Eden's frown deepened. "Ow. Is it... is it supposed to hurt like that?" "It seems like he used some of Sam's magic to make the damage a little more... long-lasting," the Alyndar said gently. "I'm afraid there's nothing we can do except continue on."
She fell silent but gasped in surprised pain after a moment, her eyes widening. "Sam," the Alyndar said, "you might want to go upstairs to the other cots."
After about thirty minutes, the Alyndar came upstairs. "You're welcome to come back down, now, Sam. The worst part is over."
“On the topic of weather patterns,” Eden said quietly, writing on a chalkboard, “we need to be mindful of balance. A little bit of tweaking might not hurt, but intense changes in temperature can easily lead to a storm.” It was a few days later, and she was teaching the class outside, her wings folded against her back. He would notice that there were now two hairline scars along the base.
Sam had become more withdrawn after the incident. His thoughts were still waters after the destructive force of a hurricane. He wasn't sure what to do, so he did nothing. He talked less and daydreamed more, though it was mostly about potions or spells and less about.. He stared blankly at his paper, losing his sense again.
