"Why d'you keep callin me that?" he asked sullenly after the first of the gauze was taped down, tightening and coating the wilted and uncomfortable looking wing. The injury was at the very top, causing the weight of his wing to pull painfully at the sore split. The gauze and bandaging would help brace the thankfully mostly-superficial cuts and damage, and the bat was growing restless throughout the process.

He didn't like having his back and most sensitive areas exposed to someone. Just because his own remaining honor code left him leery to ever attack from behind, it hardly meant the rest of the world would cater to the same noble character trait.

Still, no painful digging in of claws ever came, no sharp bites or ripping, red hurt. Just more gauze.