Syrlya steps around Harbert's back, raising an eyebrow. "So, you want me to remove the damaged feather entirely?"

He doesn't know much about bird anatomy, but if that's what Herbert's asking for... he will, at least, reach to take the offered coat just so they aren't smearing blood absolutely everywhere. The tree already looks like a murder scene.

One he has the coat in hand, he carefully brushes his hand over Herbert's wing, trying to locate the damaged feather.