Orion's eyes dropped to the ground at her question. He couldn't blame her, she was after all a modern doctor even if she could heal by supernatural means. Baba Violetta had never been too fond of doctors, but they rarely needed them as over half the clan were cunning-folk. "I don't actually know. I've just been brought up with a distaste of having parts of me in someone else's possession."
With a shrug, he set his extinguished poi on one of the prop shelves above where the medical kit was kept. "I don't expect help, really. There's so many stories of mythical birds and most of us seem to be real, but not exactly like the story." He could not say that he was not disappointed. There had been hope in knowing that the doctor was different from the shifter birds. But it had always been in Orion's personality to recognize that the past could not change and there was no use trying to hang onto it.