It takes Exodus a moment longer than he is accustomed to to realize that the boy is blind as well, something he would have realized from the start had he subjected him to one of his normal telepathic probes rather than the comparatively weaker quick scans he has been trying to default to.

Taking the wing in his hands, his bare fingers squeeze the flesh around the wound, the way a doctor might. "Mmm. Just dislocated, I think. A bad tumble, was it? Or something more onerous?"

Even as he is asking the question, Exodus closes his eyes and marshals his powers. Using them to heal is one of the more difficult tricks in his arsenal, as he must repair an injury manually, quite literally atom by atom. It took him a long time to learn how to do this, and even today it is a taxing process, but for the boy there will be no pain at all. The warmth of Exodus's aura suffuses his injury, stretching across the entirety of his wing, and then it is simply done, as quick as getting a shot. The lad will find his wing is good as new.