“Not at all.” He admitted. “But I’m hungry and you’re… hurt.” Which had clearly been his fault. It hadn’t bothered him before, but he had begun to think about it and felt guilt for his actions. “We’re not getting anywhere standing here. As much as I wish we were.” Timon muttered the last bit to himself before trying to conjure a happy thought. Surprisingly enough, it was not as difficult as one would think – though Timon was sure to lose it as easily as he had the last. Tinkerbell was in for an uncomfortable ride.

“I might know someone who can fix your wing after we get you back to Sora’s. The kid ain’t as handy when it comes to medicine as he with Heartless.”