Ah, that was the work of Men, child.

[once the meat is gone, fetch wipes his beak on ushahin's cloak and takes off for the tree again, to watch the conversation from afar]

When I was young, perhaps close to your age, I was set upon by the other children of my village.

[his hair is still over the ruined half of his face, but he is watching mordred through his black eye as well. he holds up his healed hand, bending and flexing his perfect fingers. there's something about it that's just a bit finer than human. if mordred's seen the elves, that fineness might be familiar.]

My Lord fixed this one for me.