"Miniver! You brought her outside in this weather with mono??" Sable scrolds her father, tsking. Miniver looks rather sheepish.
"I didn't know what else to do..."
"Put a coat on her, for one, at least," Sable tuts as she busily takes things out of her bag. Jack, sensing they may have done something wrong, flattens his ears back and sits next to Miniver looking as apologetic as the poet. Sable glances at them and smiles. "Never mind, you two did fine. Keep that fire going hot, all right? Navi, dear, don't be sorry! This is my job." She unwraps the towel and begins to treat the wing with antiseptic and cleaning off any blood Miniver missed. "I'll get some herbs for you. In the meantime, you've got to keep well-fed and rested and have plenty of liquids. Has this bled much? Do you feel dizzy or ill? More than usual, I mean."