"Okay…but I’m fine…really…"
Well that settled it for her. His reaction showed how irritated the wound already was. The binding were coming off. She would make sure her parents saw it too. They needed to know that Arthur wouldn’t just run away the instant he was free. He could be trusted, and that this whole thing of keeping him bound was just ridiculous.
Arthur woke about an hour later. He slowly uncurled and sat up. As he did so, he let out a yawn and looked around the room before rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
Andrea was sitting nearby in a chair. Not really paying any attention to the book in her hands. She had probably read the same sentence a few dozen times over. She was distracted by her own thoughts planning on how she could get the binding harness off of Arthur without her father trying to outright kill him. Her thoughts were broken up when she heard him yawn. Closing her book she turned her attention over to him. “I saw the wound, Arthur.”
"Huh?" It took him a moment before he realized what she was talking about. The tiny wound on his wing that had been bothering him for sometime but he couldn’t reach it. "Oh….it’s nothing…really…" It wasn’t really nothing but he didn’t want her to worry about it. She already did so much just by letting him have a nap on her bed."I’ll figure out a way to fix it up later…"
"Arthur, you can’t even reach it." She set her book down with a bit of force, frowning at him. "Let me help you. It needs to be treated or it will get infected."