Adelric notices the frustration in the stallion’s eyes, the anger, the exhaustion. He has seen these things in others. Anger in Zunden’s eyes, most frequently. Frustration in Kiara’s eyes, for a variety of reasons. Exhaustion… that had been Sohalia, heavy with foal and weary in both body and soul, it had seemed. Now he sees all three on the face of Thor, intertwining and interacting to create a specific emotion that he has not seen before but that he can begin to understand. That is the beauty of science. If you know A and you know B, it is simple as adding them together to create C. Of course, what C means for Thor and how it will make him act are unknown variables. They must be studied and learned from.

“Interesting,” is his only response to the admission of pain. Giving a sidelong glance towards Thor, he tries to take a step towards the wings instead, bi-hued eyes glossing over the one he is closest to- the right one. “It seems intact,” he informs the stallion helpfully, but quickly losing himself in Tobias’ mind instead of speaking the rest of his conclusions aloud. Intact, no swelling, no redness, no lacerations, no masses, no disrupted fur or feathers. Where, then, does the pain radiate from?

He has learned something of pain through his own gallivanting through the land and every encounter he can think of involves some form of physical disruption. Except… Turning his face towards Tobias, he furrows his brow and tilts tilting his head curiously. The cervid bleats softly in return and Adelric returns his gaze to the apparently painful wing. “Yes, maybe just a sprain,” he says aloud to the cervid, his childish mind almost having forgotten that his subject was a living breathing creature. Still, despite the fact that he calls it a sprain, the half-child is not so sure he believes what he says.

He reviews the one time he pulled a muscle in his back limb. What was he doing? An image of running, and then turning too fast, flashes through his mind. Bobbing his head to thank Tobias, Adelric tries to recall what had happened. It seemed to have involved the muscle stretching too far. So how could this be a strain? The wing had not moved, the muscles had not been pulled… “Curious,” he murmurs, trying to travel from Thor’s right to his left to inspect the other wing. If he had felt any concern for Thor, it was far gone by now. He was in science-land, lost in thoughts of science and mystery.