Daine leads him toward the base, keeping her pace slow to match his. It's a miserable trudge with the wind biting through her clothes, and she thinks longingly of how much better she'd feel in polar bear or snow leopard shape. It would be a selfish waste of magic to shift just for her own comfort, though, and she doesn't think she'd be of much use to Gabriel as an animal. Then again, she can tell by how he's moving that walking pains him. Perhaps she shouldn't rule out any shapes that could carry him to the base if need be.

Gabriel stops in his tracks, and Daine wonders if she's going to have to carry him, after all, before he turns to retrieve the feathers he'd dropped. The state of his wings makes her wince. They're bird-like enough that she fair itches to try and heal them, but she knows too well how poorly that would turn out. If she was lucky, all she'd do was get horribly dizzy, but it would probably be worse than that, given that Gabriel's even less of an animal than Yuri is when in bear shape.

"I s'pose not," Daine replies as they continue on their way. There are magics that can be done with parts of immortals, so it doesn't surprise her that his feathers might have magical properties (for all that she's not entirely sure why he has wings in the first place). "I'm sorry I can't just heal them for you - your wings, I mean," she adds. "There's medicine at the base, though. I can help patch them up." It won't be exactly like patching up an injured hawk, but she doesn't think it will be too different, either.

The entrance to the subway appears through the blowing snow, to Daine's relief. "Nearly there, now," she says with an encouraging little smile.