Daine nods once to reassure him, then settles against the ground so her talons are hidden. At his question, she lifts her wings in a shrug. Priorities, Andrew... he might not look too bad just sitting there, but he's still holding himself in such a way that she can still tell he's injured himself. Presumably that can be fixed at the TARDIS, whether by merging with one of his fellows (and there's a question - what happens to all their bumps and bruises when they recombine?) or just taking advantage of whatever healing properties the TARDIS has tucked away. Daine hasn't seen the medical bay, but she's guessing the TARDIS and the Doctor have fancier ways of dealing with injuries than splints and poultices.

"Can't talk," Secret provides. "Too much changing. Wildmage gets tired." It flows a little closer to Andrew, then bobs up and down, looking like nothing so much as an overexcited child trying to get their teacher's attention from the back of the room. "Go to TARDIS now?" it asks hopefully. "Secret helps! No falling!"