Whizzle listened to Nathan's rambling, questions forming in her head and hiding a smirk. The boy must have been either too serious or a bit dense. She then felt the healing power washing over her, it was too little to do much about her wing but it did soothe the pain. Whizzle was about to 'woke up' when she heard a set of flapping wings and something landing nearby before hearing a new voice. Fighting a forming frown and an urge to curse, Whizzle remained still as the new voice went closer and spoke to her, "Are you okay, miss? Is there something I can do to ease your pain at all?" he said. Now Whizzle refrained from chuckling before the man offered to carry her and proceeded to do so soon after. It was incredibly hard not to let out the disappointed sigh that she felt.

The man then spoke to Nathan, telling the latter to head back and look for Meira and Ranathia. Nathan said his answer before a sound of a constant fire stream can be heard from his direction before going upwards and disappearing, which Whizzle assumed as Nathan showing what he meant with how he can fly earlier. Whizzle remained still for a few more seconds before quietly opening her eyes and looked around before settling her an annoyed gaze at Azmaldus. 

"Can you put me down, [i]please[/i]?" She said, adding the latter in a tone saying it wasn't a request. Regardless of Azmaldus' reaction, be it by putting her down or insisting, Whizzle would then retract her wings, the Midarians inherent shapeshifting meant lasting wounds didn't mean much as long as they have the power to change their form.