[ Phya does not have much experience with dealing in high society in this life. However, she can tell the poise, grace, and posture of those of that part of their world are all present in Jill. She is--or was--someone of stature at one point. Such tendencies simply don't leave someone easily. However, Phya can also tell how the woman seemingly dislikes such things and thus will not continue to point it out.

She pauses at the red feathers that fall from the outburst of wing. She can't recall ever seeing such a thing. Even in the scattered memories that her soul seemingly holds onto. A glance is sent to her sister and Ardbert. Their fellow traveler frowns and his hands are clenched. Something of the ordeal does not sit right with him. A tilt of her head before she gently raises her hands once more. ]

I'm not entirely sure there is much that I ought to do. If only because whatever it is that causes the red wing is healing him on it's own. I could attempt to guide the flow of aether to where it is needed that way the healing process is sped up and done properly. As opposed to simply patching the wound. [ She pauses, and raises her eyes to Jill. ] If you would give me the permission to do such acts. It would seem you are the one that knows him best out of all of us here.