If it had been her decision Pheonix would not have come here. Instead she would have let her wounds heal on their own and not bothered with the place at all. But after ... an unusual fight against weres and rabid tigers the man she'd been fighting alongside had carried her here. Not that Pheonix needed to be brought here, and her recent acquintance was in much worse shape than she was. But Pheonix isn't accustomed to aid of any kind, and is much more used to being outcasted because of her tri-parted heritage. However, there's nothing to be done about any of that now, and so Pheonix is here. Though as soon as she gets that broken wing fixed, she's out of here. Pheonix likes to help other people, but isn't comfortable with people helping her.

She wonders how long she's been waiting here, and what exactly these so-called healers will do to 'help' her. Having been seated on the same bench for who knows how long (which probably wasn't very long, but it just seemed like it to her). Pheonix idly scratches an ear, that flicks back at the sound of footsteps echoing across the hall. "Erg ... I just wanna get out of here."