He spoke with the news reporters, every now and then sending a feather of his to check up on you at the medical aid station. He was getting tired of these endless questions.

He needed to see you. He needed to make sure you were really okay. He needed to comfort you and hear your voice. This wasn't helping his nerves.

"Haha, anyway, looks like my times up! A heroes work is never done."

And with that, he flew off, zipping towards your location.