Zayne's smile was faded as he tried to think of what could have injured Evianna's wing. He couldn't tell, or remember, which wing his father had been plucking feathers off of... then again, that wouldn't explain why her wing hurt only when it moved. "I probably just slept on it wrong." "Maybe." He murmured, trying to think of something that could help ease the pain, but unable to come up with anything. "Is there anything I could do for it?" He kissed the side of her mouth again. "Perhaps I could take your mind off the pain."