“You sure are interesting.” Charles mumbled from behind, stitching together a wound on your lower back. Your wings unfurled and twitched at the feeling, your jaw tightly clenched. This shouldn’t have happened.

You had fallen from heaven, and landed yourself in the snowy forests of Canada in the winter — badly damaged in many places, including your wings.

Thankfully, a rather generous human came to your rescue after finding you alone and freezing.