Buggsy was visibly surprised to see a pixie in your hands. He looked at Othie, than you, than back at Othie as he goes to wash his hands and face. “I won’t promise anything. I can fix a man but I’ve never fixed a little fairy before.” He clears off his counter, laying out a clean towel. “Put her here. She needs to lay down in her stomach so I can see her wings.”

The process was long and arduous. Buggsy makes it clear multiple times during the operation that he’s never done something like this before, so much of what he did was improvised with his conventional surgery knowledge. And after three grueling hours of carefully mending, suturing, and securing Othie’s wings, Buggsy was done. Using toothpicks as splints and your own hair to gently bing the wings together, Buggsy was able to not quite fix Othie’s wings, but ensure that they will make a full recovery. “She won’t be flying for a week at least, possibly more. Healing magic will accelerate her recovery. Lucky for you were hitting port in a few days, maybe she can find a healer in town. Anyways... That’ll be ten sovereigns (10gp).”