Barrett looked concerned by the question.
“What d’yer mean?” He worriedly asked, letting both feathery wings fan out, to check if they were damaged. The feathers needed preening, but they were otherwise fine.
“Look alright ter me. My forehead got the worst of it. Luckily the ladies like a man with… money.” For whatever reason, the Knight caught himself before he accidentally said something insensitive (scars).