[He can't help the small step back he does, it's instant at seeing the hand approach. But he stops after and trails his eyes up to Darkleer's. A swallow, closing his eyes for a short while before turning around and sitting down. He takes out a knife and slices the wrappings on his chest. They were, for a man trying to wrap something protruding from his back, rather well put on, cradling the connection points of his wings. But they fall down and he pulls them aside, his wings staying open, the low sections folding along the ground on either side behind him.]
[It's pretty easy to see what he was talking about before. One of the wings seems fine, but the other doesn't open as much, and when looking at his back, the raised and plated surface where the wounded wing connects has some shifted units, plates torn from the flesh slightly, off set. Without the bandages they start to bleed a little and Summoner takes in a deep breath, hands wringing the cloth of his pants near his ankle as he flexes the muscles in his back, exposing the joint section more.]
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[It's pretty easy to see what he was talking about before. One of the wings seems fine, but the other doesn't open as much, and when looking at his back, the raised and plated surface where the wounded wing connects has some shifted units, plates torn from the flesh slightly, off set. Without the bandages they start to bleed a little and Summoner takes in a deep breath, hands wringing the cloth of his pants near his ankle as he flexes the muscles in his back, exposing the joint section more.]