[Conan's wings fluttered a bit as he sighed in discouragement.]

I've tried before... I think he cursed it when he tried to rip out my wings in anger. I-I honestly don't know if we can but...

[Following the girl as he sat on the bed. Holding out his hand for the drink. Sipping it slowly. Laying down, he certainly will not object to anyone trying to heal him at least. He took a break as parts of the damage from the darkness was starting to heal at least.]

Th-Thanks... I don't think I ever got your name?