Nodding, he accepting the statement, the compliment that he recognized in her tone. "I still am. I've just learned quite a bit in the meantime." That was all he was going to say about the topic for now. Ziv wouldn't understand his choices, his reasoning any time soon. It'd be a miracle if she did at all and Malcoda wasn't one to delude himself. Miracles were from the grace of the gods, something damned creatures like himself did not deserve or earn. No, no blessings or miracles would be forthcoming which meant that to live, to protect Miroslav and his pack Ziv's life was already forfeit. But it could wait for now.
Swishing his tail from one side to the other, Malcoda attempted to find a more comfortable position for it. It wasn't any better, but neither was it any worse. "Do you wish to fly again? If so, I can call for the healer." He would leave it to her choice about her own healing, but Wesley would likely be contacted anyways for Mal's own use. Garret, Rorie and Max didn't need to see him this way.