Gandra could comment on that, but she considers her case rested. Besides, he seems like a nice person, and she's not here to make enemies.

"Let's see if I can help out with those singed feathers on your arm."

She's had enough minor injuries and pain from lab accidents and risky experiments over the years that it's very easy to conjure up a memory of what a first degree burn feels like, and she utilizes that to channel the healing magic. This time it comes even easier, letting the energy wash over his arm feathers to restore them to a healthier state.