''I am very sorry for getting you wounded... You see, everyone thinks you are a monster, but I don't think so'' she said and slowly walked inside, she sat down and looked at the wing. ''A wingless dragon, is a death dragon... That's why he went for your wings...'' she whispered and laid a soft hand on his wing and looked at him. ''but I'll help you'' she said and then took of her bag several rolls of bandage that she had taken with her when she ran away from home. 

''it might just be enough but then I'll have to find something to replace it with when these need to be cleaned.. Please don't bite my hands.. or head... off Sky..'' she said and looked at him. ''In Berk they call you Terror of the Night Sky.. I thought of using a name for you but... You don't seem to be a Terror to me, more someone that needs to survive while we, humans, took a piece of your habitat..'' she said and took out a little bottle. ''this might sting'' she said and let the potion slowly drip over the wound. ''But it will clean your wound, so it won't swell and become irritated'' she whispered.