Ellie goes silent, just holding him on the flight, blood slick and sticky against her collarbone.

"Almost there," she murmurs, her voice gentle as they start their descent to the shore, to where the longboats are unloading. Artichoke gallumphs to a stop on solid ground, folding his great wings and clacking his beak as Ellie swings out of the saddle, sliding down his side to the ground.

She makes her way towards any of the healers, doing her best not to jostle him too much, hoping she can find somebody who can stop the bleeding. If not, she'll have to take a crack at it herself.