“Hi,” Isaura responded slowly. She eyed him and shook her head “I am Isaura,” she stood from her crouched position and responded, “yes I helped you heal. Although I do regret it. I would have aided you more, however, I did not wish to hurt you more and have you awake and attack.” 

She sighed and pocketed her knife, “your bones have been healing in the wrong position. We can work on healing you more but to do that I am going to have to break your bones all over again, and” she said stressing the next part, “You will be required to remain awake during it.” 

She frowned at the shift in his aura and hoped to explain away his misgivings, “If you were to sleep it would be harder on myself and only you know how your wings are supposed to feel,” she tried to explain, “and I am sure you would like to return to wherever you came from.”