"Not big and strong enough for your taste?"

"Never."  Thinking about the existence of his birthday makes his brain catch up with some context and some basic math - "Oh crap, were you out there in the snow‽"

"For a while."

"I'm so sorry - do you want a bath, or something?  After this?  - In, uh, uh uh - if you think you can handle that fine by yourself.  I just - you should have a nice, luxury experience, with - warm -"

"...maybe after my wing's better. I think it'd sting."

"Yeah!  Yeah, of course.  I can find sewing supplies, if you want.  After food?  Do you want juice now."

"Yes please. - I'm not actually sure I'll be able to stitch it up, it's really sensitive and I'm not so certain it will speed up the healing that I want to have you make me do it."

Yes okay juice.

"...Or have me do it?"

"Or that."

"There are painkillers but I don't know whether they'd work on fairies."

"...huh. I don't know either."

"It's probably not safe to...

"I mean, I guess it's not like you could die of them.  Is it.  But they could make you really sick or something, for all I know."

"Maybe, if they're poisonous to fairies or something. In Fairyland I could just heal myself."

"I really wish everything about this situation was better for you."

"Thank you."

She likes orange juice, and finishes the apple, and tastes but does not care for the cheese or the turkey, though the chips are okay.

Zeal tries to focus really hard on figuring out fairy population growth over time based on the knowledge he has so far, and doesn't come to any conclusions but at least hopefully manages to look like he's having a basically normal reaction to the hand-feeding situation.  If perhaps coming across as somewhat distant.

"...Still hungry?" he asks once he realizes they've run out of the food she's liked.

"A little but it might be smart to digest what I've got so far anyway."

"Yeah.  Yeah, smart.  ...Do you want sewing stuff or not?  And painkillers."

"...not today, I think. I've never actually tried stitching a wing, and it is healing on its own, just slowly."

"...How long do you think it might take to heal?"

"I couldn't see the damage before you let me move but I think it's more than half done? And the edge should be faster than the center."

"But if it would take me a few days to get some materials that were safer for stitches in bodies than regular sewing stuff, maybe I should do that?"

"...I guess it's possible I'll change my mind but it doesn't presently feel likely.

"...I draw, do you have any paper I can draw on?"

"Yes, definitely.  Here -"  Looseleaf, mechanical pencil, pen, the random MDF board he keeps around as a lap desk.

She takes a bit to figure out these implements and then starts drawing an evergreen tree.