[She'll ask at some point, being as how he hadn't had the wound in the recovery tents and she hadn't heard of him being sent on any scouts or missions that resulted in such a mark. Word travelled quickly in the Wings, and if trouble befell one of your own it wasn't unknown for long. Her facial feathers rise and flatten again in quick succession.]

Drrrrrabwurrrrld? [She looks around herself, head motions quick and jerky as she does so.] A forrrrressst I do not know... [She looks back at the locket.] The woodssss ssssseem to sssspeak, Aubrrrrri... [It was better that she was in the Greenwood, as there were worse places to be, but the unfamiliar magic still made her skin crawl.]