Fairy-Struck
He and his sealskin were whole, which meant he'd be able to slip it on and go home to the ocean.
"He's probably worn out," a tengu—a mountain fairy originally from Japan—climbed out of the carriage, his beak making the words sound hollow. He shook out his wings, which had previously been broken, and stretched his shoulders as he sighed. "I thought I'd never feel this good again. Thank you, my lady, and thank you, tiny healer." He bowed gallantly to the moth, and it lifted off my shoulder, hovering before the tengu a moment before it flew away.
"Now, I wish I'd sat inside." The glastig limped over to us with Conri's help.