She heads over. Does it look like it needs healing.

Hard to tell under the feathers. It's not bleeding.

"You okay?"

"Ow," it says. "I wanna see though -"

"Maybe once you've been here a long time and behaved yourself and they don't expect you to make trouble."

"I wanna see I wanna see -"

"Yeah, but you can't."

"It's right there it's cool I want to see it."

"I don't really care, kiddo. You can't."

It is sufficiently battered not to make a run for it. It sits at the bottom of the steps being glared at by nuns.

Iris picks it up. "We're gonna try to find a place to stay."

"Where?"

"I have no idea. Maybe someone will get injured in front of us and we can heal them and they'll gratefully offer us money to pay for a night."

No one is obligingly run over by a cart as they walk through the city. Segda sees plums and wants them.

Iris grips it harder. "No money, remember?"

"That doesn't make me not want them!"

"Yeah, but it means you have to go 'okay, I want it but I can't have it' and move on."

It tries to squirm out of Iris's arms.

Iris tries to prevent that. "Segda if I need to I will chain you to a pole, got it?"

"Wanna see wanna see wanna see -"