I jump down from the ledge. My feet arch near him. He's been asleep for far too long. I rip some more feathers off me. I arch my body so I can change in a more dignified way. I watch as I rise up to look down at the bedside. 

I watch as the feathers covering most of my body fall to the ground. I watch as from my beak comes a nose and a mouth. I watch as my vision clears, and color emerges. I watch as the strands of black tangled hair fall down my face and grow longer. I feel my arms taking form as the bottom of the wings grow claws and hands. I push my dark bangs out of my face. I walk to the bedside.

"Master... soon your body will be fixed." I jump onto his bed. 

I carefully place one talon onto one side of the bed. Then I place the other one beside his other arm. I look down at him. He's strong. His mind is perfect. Yet, he is like master in so many ways. I bite my lip. I rise my talon up and carefully, very carefully, cut the bandages off of him. I hold up my arm and I bite into it hard.

My blood enters his wounds and I watch them heal. He opens his eyes. Red. I jump of the bed, and I lower my legs. He rips off the mask and jumps down. He looks at me. I nod. I stand up and I open my mouth. I reach my hands deep into my throat and I pull out a black chained cloak. I spit out the extra saliva. He wraps it around himself and takes out guns.

"My lord." I bow once again.