"Yes, we have met...but it was when you ripped your wings apart. I tried helping, but well...I'm no use at healing, but you probably don't remember", only his orbs betrayed traces of sympathy, but the rest of his face was rigid with the disturbing memories. It still troubled him as to why the man would do such a thing when the very purpose of a pegasus was roaming the heavens. They were free creatures, yearning the embrace of liberty. "Tell me brother...why would you rip of your wings?" The very essence of your being. Of course he would never pressure him into telling him why if he didn't want to...
But the man wanted to know, to be of some sort of assistance to Windwalker. It was also the perfect time to bond with a fellow herd mate.