49. Wingardium Leviosa

"Sssshhh, it's 'kay boy..." she soothed, her voice lower and huskier than usual.

Olympia lay on the straw bed beside the grey gelding, running a gentle hand through his mane and along his neck. She continued to soothe as the beast as he blew loudly through his nostrils. He shifted beneath her touch until after some time, he settled, his rib cage heaving with each peaceful breath it took.

She moved onto her knees, her hand moving further down to bring the wing up, slowly and gently. There was a disgruntled whinny, but the gelding stayed on his side on the stable floor.

The damage wasn't in the humerus, considering the wings range of motion wasn't hindered, a promising sign.

With her other hand, Olympia ran her fingers along the wings structure, the radius and ulna also seemed unaffected. It was only as her fingers reached the carpometacarpus that the trouble began. The joint was warm and swollen, but just beyond... "It's your second digit, love," she whispered softly, easing his wing back into resting position. A few marginal coverts fluttered from the wing break, floating in the air as if charmed before making its gliding decent.