Ask the humans for help

Faeries are a fragile species--if you spend the night in the woods, you will die from the elements. It's better to take a chance on the humans. You might meet a nice one. Not likely, but it's better than dying in the dirt.

The horses rumble into view, pulling a fine, black lacquered carriage, the driver dressed in a smart red uniform. Waving your arms, you try to signal the driver to stop, but have to jump back out of the way to keep from being trampled as the horses barrel past, the carriage wheels splattering you with mud.

Shocked and dismayed, you sink down into the ferns, wrapping your arms around your knees and weeping bitterly. You don't even notice that the carriage has stopped until you hear footsteps draw near. In a panic, you leap to your feet, but it's just the driver of the carriage. He's holding a heavy cloak trimmed with some kind of animal fur. It looks very soft and warm.

"It's all right," he says softly. "We won't hurt you. Come with me; you'll be warm and safe in Lord Malik's carriage." He drapes the cloak around your shoulders, the weight pushing against your mangled wings and making them hurt, but it's better than being cold. You follow the human in the red uniform back to the carriage, where he opens the door and gestures for you to climb inside.