...and the blue bird-person coming down the hall pauses, eyes wide at this sight. He knows what a cast is, and he knows what crutches are, and he knows that this teenager probably shouldn't be up and about, in his condition. And yet, he is anyway.

Avitus's wings drop from around him, to fold up behind his back again, like birdish wings ought to, the feathers floofing out subtly with his worry.

"Um...."

Eloquent, burdie. Really eloquent, there.