Pride remained oblivious to all that was unspoken.

His concern lay with the injured crow--he saw Envy's glance, but couldn't quite decipher it. Tired, perhaps? Worn by having to care for a larger, growing, hungry child? It didn't strike him, either, that Charity was rather hungrier than they should have been. Instead he nodded a little to Envy, and set to inspecting Nisha closely.

"Well, I can perhaps help, as can Envy--if they've the time," he added, with a glance at the exhausted weasel. "Though it may be best to find someone more familiar with fire. I'd suggest practicing it only with help, in case it backfires like this again. Fire tends to." It wasn't a magic that he was overly familiar with, other than the obvious--it was hot, and it burned. But he didn't summon fire, himself, except for a single spell to flash-melt things into blinding, searing plasma--which wasn't really the same as breathing fire, or setting oneself aflame. He'd still managed to blind himself with it once, though, and knew full well its dangers.

He glanced to Charity, then to Envy--both seemed all right, if a little worse for wear, one with hunger and one with tiredness. He then looked around briefly, ensuring there was no danger approaching while they were all so absorbed in this. Seeing nothing, he looked back to Nisha.

"Perhaps, as a bird, it might be best to be careful for awhile while you heal. Maybe you can learn to fly, and scout for Envy, hmm? Watch for danger, find them food, all that sort of thing? It's up to you, and up to Envy, really." It was gently-suggested, but in his mind he was thinking that many Gembound were happier with a role to fulfill. Maybe Nisha could prove helpful to Envy, or even the Seven, while finding her place in the world. If, of course, that was what she wanted; she was young, yet, and he did not know her all that well.

Pride inclined his head, a little, pleased. The great antlers tilted.

"I'm glad you both like the idea," he responded smoothly. He glanced off, too, toward Charity--perhaps she was merely tired? It was all that he could figure, having missed almost all prior subtext from all parties involved. He'd been far too concerned with the crow's damage. "And I hope that you are feeling better, Nisha."

"It occurs to me, Envy, that we could likely use a mender. Someone dedicated to healing and saving lives. I know the magic is out there, but I don't know how far it goes. But if you can think of someone who can check her over," and here he nodded to the crow, "to make sure she's all right? And anyone else in the future who gets injured, perhaps."

He thought about this, for a moment, then peered to his King.

"I could go and ask Mercurius if he knows anything--or knows someone who does. He's a great deal older than I am and has memories of happenings far earlier than even my hatching. With your permission?" After a moment, he dipped his head and moved off, heading to do just that.