"Shhh, my dove. Your wings will be fine." Saccharine lies leave Pantalone's lips as he patches up your wings, just enough to make you believe you will be able to fly after a while.

Il Dottore, in the meantime, brushes your hair behind you. "You know Pantalone is lying, right?" Dottore smiles widely when Pantalone glares at him, but he doesn't say anything to refute that sentiment.

You try to flutter your wings, but it still hurts. "Don't move, dove. You're just hurting yourself." A 'tsk' sound leaves Dottore as he scolds you.

Pantalone only smiles, seeing how you are completely dependent on them for help. How will they resist toying with a cute bird like you?