Billy was glad to know he was indeed unbothered on the way home; the streets were clear, the houses dark, and the few people actually up were more focused on themselves than the boy wandering alone in the shadows. He was barely an afterthought and the girl he carried on his back, strange as she was, was all but invisible to them. So the high schooler found his home easily and managed to slip in through the front door without incident or fear.

Most of the time, Billy preferred to go through the garage; it was his area, his place, and he found it easiest to move from the familiar lab inside. It was a matter of odd comforts and habits really, but in this instance unnecessary and potentially problematic. Tsuki's injury, and any other he may of yet just not found, demanded quickness not dawdling, and though it may be comfort to him, it was a longer walk to the guest room from the garage than the front door. In addition was once more the fact that for the time being he was home alone; his father, brilliant and more importantly busy as he was, was off at a conference for work and not expected home for another week or so at least. As for his mother...
Either way he was on his own, something he certainly did not mind and actually looked forward to for freedom; especially in this situation he was glad for the lack of parental interference, allowing him to be able to bring the girl home without need for questions.

Getting her through the door did prove a bit problematic, her wings being larger than the width of his door; listening to her let out a soft cry of pain she did manage to pull them in enough to get inside but he found himself feeling bad for it. He did not wish her more pain after all, he wanted to help her not hurt her; he made his way down the front hallway, ignoring for now the blinking message machine on the hall table, no doubt waiting with a message for him from his father, and slipped into the guest room.
It wasn't much; the Cranston household rarely had visitors who stayed the night, not lately at least. There was a bed of course, made up still from the last time, and a nightstand, a bookshelf with the excess books from both Cranston males' respective collections stuffed into it; a secondary computer for when Billy's shut down was laying in wait on a desk in the corner and the closet was closed and as far as Billy was concerned not to be opened. He set her down on the bed and gave her an attempted reassuring smile, though it just came out awkward and shy as usual. "I will return posthaste; I must retrieve the first aid kit from the other room."

Tsuki blinked and nodded, speaking a soft "Okay" before Billy left the room. He swiftly made his way back towards the living room, and through it into the kitchen and laundry room, ultimately into his garage finally. There the first aid kit was, as usual since Billy had no delusions of the dangers of some of the things he experimented with, next to the remote control for the Radbug and a disassembled communicator he had taken from Jason when the other boy had mentioned concerns with its malfunctioning. Billy still needed to fix that later; for now though there were more important things and he grabbed the kit and made his way out of the room once more. It took him a moment to get back to the guest room but he was happy to find her waiting there still, unmoved from where she had been set down on the bed. She looked around her, seeming curious about it when he came in; then her attention was on him and he found himself taken a bit back when she stared at him. Maybe it was just that he wasn't used to it, having someone who wasn't one of his close friends or father being in the house like this, even the kids he tutored usually stuck to the garage as that was where the things of most interest were. A stranger, a non-Kim or non-Trini girl, this was really odd for Billy; hell even Marge had not been in his house before their inevitable parting.

It occurred to him that none of this was especially important right now though and he shook his head some, causing her to raise an eyebrow at him before he walked up her and leaned down, setting the first aid kit on the bed beside Tsuki. He opened it up and spoke as he did so, "It would be most advisable and of great assistance to my cause if you would find it agreeable to elongate both your injured and uninjured appendages."

She nodded and winced as she allowed her wings to stretch out; the full wing length was rather breathtaking really. Billy mentally brought up facts and figures in his head, thinking about how in order to carry a human body wings would need to be rather big, needing to have the extra length and muscle simply to lift them as well to fly. But seeing them in reality, when the idea it could be reality had never occurred to him, was strange and awe-inspiring; in all honesty the room was not even big enough for both of them, the sheer length of one equaling out to the length of her whole body and even small as she was, barely five foot three, that still equaled out to more than ten feet. He asked her to pull one back in, the one that did not seem as injured, and watched as she did so, amazed still by the amount of control she seemed to have over them; he wondered if it came by instinct or experience. Did she know how to do this from birth, from the moment they sprouted, or did she have to learn? The answer he was sure either way would be fascinating but soon found reality crash down on him as he remembered: she did not remember who she was. Or she seemed to; who knew if she had been speaking the truth, if she was just pretending. He still did not know if she was or wasn't a monster, what she was; of course the wings thing did bring to mind that of course she could not be human, or a normal one at that. Even if she was there was the factors running through his head, the thoughts of what would make her body capable of flight, more than the wings, and then he wondered how strong her wings were to survive the impact, the fall, everything. What was she and why was she here? Enemy or potential friend?

"Billy?" He did not realize he was lost in thought, or that he was simply caressing her wing, staring at the feathers as his mind ran through possibilities and numbers and all the things it had since telling her to pull in her wing. He shook his head and looked at her, seeing a confused look on her face, and he smiled some.

"Sorry," Billy spoke, to which she nodded, and he set upon his task, why she was here; gently he moved the feathers, trying not to focus too much on how soft they felt, and found the skin below. Closer examination told him that there was a large puncture, like something had stabbed her or she had been shot. There was no sign of any projectile and the wound seemed odd, burnt around the edges; touching it made her wing shudder and her to recoil and he stepped back as she frowned and tried to pull away. He stared at her and spoke quickly, "No, no, it's okay, I apologize profusely, do not be frightened or pull away; I promise to be more judicious in my actions, I promise."

Tsuki frowned at him and looked at him cautiously and Billy stared back at her, hoping she believed him, hoping she would let him try again; after a moment of nothing she allowed her wing out again and he took care this time to be more gentle. It occurred to him that any bird would be quite sensitive about their wings being injured and the amount of nerve endings in there would make it necessary to be more mindful than usual of touch; he was much more careful this time.

Opening the first aid kit he took out what he needed; he frowned slightly. "I'm going to cleanse the puncture; this will most likely be uncomfortable but it is for the betterment of your condition and will likely fade with some time."

Tsuki seemed less than thrilled but nodded, closing her eyes and biting her lip; he cleaned the wound and her wing straightened in pain, Tsuki biting back a whimper. He frowned but continued what he was doing, making sure to clean away all the blood as well as make sure it would be able to heal properly. Afterwards he started actually dressing the wound; part of him wondered what would be the better method in which to do this. On one hand a simple bandage patch should be able to do the trick but the wound did seem to go all the way though and an actual wrapping of the wing would likely be a quicker and more effective way to go about it; of course he could not be sure of the state that would leave her feathers as it would likely also cause quite a few to become misaligned, of the most important being her flight feathers. Ultimately it could also cause her pain.

But the choice was hers and he supposed best to ask than to guess, "Do you think a bandage will do or should I wrap your wing?"

"Wrap," she said with little hesitation and he waited for her explanation; she looked to him, "The wound is unlikely to harm or bother my feathers as it is above secondary not primary feathers; the secondary feathers will not be bothered by some careful wrapping."

The matter-of-fact way she said it, yet not entirely simply so, made him smile; he liked it he found and he nodded before grabbing the wrapping gauze. A bit awkwardly he placed a patch on either side of the wound and started wrapping the gauze around, trying to hold the bandages in place as he did. He tried to also avoid ruffling up too many feathers the wrong way and one or other of the patches always seemed intent on falling. He frowned and refused to give up, continuing to try until another hand reached up to hold the patch he wasn't and someone spoke, "Here, let me help."

Billy looked at Tsuki and she smiled at him; it was light, almost not there, but it made him smile too and he nodded before continuing. It was easier with both working together to do this and within a few minutes the wing was wrapped; to say it was properly so or even perfectly, or looked nice, would be stretching it a bit but it was functional and seemed to not be obstructing important feathers so Billy choose to call it a success.

"Good," he said smiling, "It looks adequately tended to."

"Yes, thank you," she said looking at the finished product and stretched her wing some, "It will be hard to fold my wing though."

"It would be inadvisable to do so; to ensure quick and complete recovery it would be best to allow the wing to rest in it's extended state. It holds a higher percentage of not disturbing the bandages as well as not aggravating the injury as it is now."

"You are very strange you know that?" She said and Billy frowned, feeling a bit hurt by that, yet the look she gave wasn't mean or suspecting; she still smiled that light smile and she continued, "But so am I I reckon, wings and all. I rather like your oddness, it's cute."

"Cute?" Billy repeated feeling a bit like a parrot. But it wasn't often people told him he was cute, not to mention that something he did like his speech patterns were. He barely thought of himself as anything but a bookworm, the intellectual of the Power Rangers who apparently people liked. His self confidence was better than it once had been but largely Billy was Billy and so not really "cute".

She nodded and he blushed, rubbing his head, "Um, thank you I suppose? I like your wings, they're very beautiful."

"Thank you Billy,"Tsuki said with a blush of her own.

For a moment then both were quiet but a light growl broke that. Billy realized he hadn't eaten in hours, his excitement in scientific endeavor having made him forget, as it often did, to eat something before going out to look at the meteor shower. As well, his brain proceeded to remind him now, his guest might be hungry as well and some energy would help her recover quicker. With that he spoke once more, "I'll go get us some food if that would be acceptable."

Another blink and another nod preceded his getting up, gathering up the first aid supplies and making his way out of the room. As such his first stop was to put the kit away, for now; he'd need to continue treatment later of course but not tonight. For now he just needed to get them both something to eat.

It wasn't until he walked into the kitchen, after setting everything away, that it occurred to him how late it really was. The clock hanging on the wall read two in the morning, a not unusual time for the young scientist to be awake but certainly still not terribly good for a growing mind. Sleep was probably best but his stomach still growled and food it struck him was also important to someone still growing. He grabbed some stuff from the refrigerator and pantry, figuring sandwiches their best option for something quick and easy as an after midnight snack. Plus he could make such without much fear of messing it up; a master chef he was not. Chemicals and technology, science was his forte, not making delicious food.

The resulting sandwiches, two each for him and Tsuki, didn't look half bad though simple. He hoped she liked ham and cheese with mayonnaise; carrying the four on two plates he made his way back to the guest room, his stomach continuing to complain about wanting to eat now. He couldn't do that though, not without her; it would be rude after all.

"Tsuki?" He called put as he walked into the room, pushing the door open with his arm since his hands were full, "I brought food."

No response and he was worried for a moment before looking over at the bed. Tsuki was still there but curled up slightly on one side, her injured wing draped over her like a blanket of sorts; her face was hidden again by a curtain of hair but something told him, the gentle movements of her body perhaps, the fact she didn't respond, that her eyes were closed and she was fast asleep.

He smiled a bit though it meant she wouldn't get to try out the sandwiches he made. Walking over Billy set the plates on a portion of the bed not occupied by her and then gently and brushed back some of her hair. She didn't respond like before, staying peacefully at sleep, and he wondered if she felt safe here or simply was just not in as much pain or that deeply asleep; either way he was glad because her trying to fly in the room would end very badly. He removed her glasses carefully and set them down on the nightstand within arms reach, not wanting her to damage them but hopefully making it easy to find them again when she wakes. Then he sat on the floor, back against the bed; a light sigh left him, along with a surprising amount of exhaustion. Billy grabbed one of the plates and started to eat a sandwich. Everything was silent for the moment and though Billy knew come morning he'd need to talk to his friends about this whole ordeal, a peace came over him. It would all be alright, he could just feel it.