She's noticed the pinching, but there's nothing she can really do about it. Besides, as far as discomfort goes, he's surely in worse shape than she is, pinched feathers and all.

Nodding her head would muck with her flight (assuming Andrew could even see the gesture), so she settles for blinking at him over her shoulder and letting out a softer screech of confirmation. She doesn't spend as much time on the wing as she could - or as much as she did when she was newly arrived and still getting her bearings - but she still fits in a few flights per week. She has to keep in practice, if nothing else, and it really is the least obnoxious way to explore the city.

It's just a pity Andrew's hurt. Maybe once he's all patched up, they can try this again.