She draped her cloak around her shoulders, tucking her wings in so they were hidden once again. She held up her hands in a nonaggressive position, "it's all right. My name is Solara. I want to help you." 

She studied his blood stained shirt and slowly moved closer. "Sorry about the flight," she added noticing his panic. "I forget not everyone is used to the sudden change in altitude." 

As she spoke she knelt in front of him. "Let me see your wound," she said reaching out and gently taking his arm, slowly moving it away from the wound. It was as if she was working with a frightened animal and she was trying not to make any sudden moves to startle it.