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The elder dragon at the ward was lying in front of the entrance to where Rushia was. He looked asleep, but in reality he was deep in a semi-trance, his consciousness firmly fixed on what his Bound was doing. It was as close to being one person as the two could get, with both minds fixed on the task the human was doing. Despite the dragon's wild rambling about a white-haired human, they had started the process to heal her wings. He had a few helpers, also human, cleaning up the blood from the first step of removing the burned skin. Now he stood there, his dragon seeing through his eyes and the two of them exchanged observations and information faster than speech ever could.

'Regrowth is too slow-'

'Dragon-magic isn't precise enough-'

'-make it precise, then.'

"I'm TRYING!" the human finally snapped, this time out-loud. His dragon stirred in response, still not breaking the trance though. The human shook his head and tried to regain his calm. They were essentially jump-starting the growth of wing tissue on the sleeping dragon but it was too slow. She'd wake up and they'd have to abandon the healing and hope they had done enough that the wings would heal naturally. Neither of the pair wanted to admit that there just wasn't enough wing left to work with.

The sleeping potion only worked for a couple hours at a time. The human and dragon pair reluctantly abandoned their efforts, exhausted. By that time, Fam had swung around again to report that Padar was still out looking on their wild goose hunt. She was immediately drafted to look over Rushia until she woke up, as both dragon and human needed to rest. So the Steward waited with Rushia, grumbling about being bossed around again, as the potion wore off. The younger dragon had to admit, for what the healer pair had to work with, they'd done an impressive job. Almost all of the lost wing had been repaired, though the membrane was almost translucent, the tiny network of veins plainly visible. It'd thicken up over time but until then, it would tear at the slightest breeze.

The memory Thanos tried to provide to the dragon knight seemed to reach dead air as neither the knight or his bound faltered in their movements as they converged on their unfortunate target.

The knight-bound's shield came down low, deflecting the staff to the side, while the knight's sword came over top with a side cut aimed at the man's now open upper arm. The dragon itself came up just short of the man's backside and snapped his jaws at the air just behind him, pinning him in the area between bound and dragon knight.

-Rushia budge by licking the dryness from her mouth she took a few moments breath before deciding to open her eyes and gaze around a bit, almost afraid to move she thought she recognize Fam but waited for her eyes to just before she said anything.-

"Hey.." -she slightly smiled as she was uneasy about being in the ward.-

-Rushia staied still and with calm tone-
"Would you want to be stuck with just the simple flights?"

-she was finding it difficult to stay still, normally she would just rest. probably the fact she wasn't tired any more and the closed in area that made her feel a little stir crazy, She then was determin about one thing though.-

"Did the White hair human show, did Thanos find him?"-she said in a normal tone that had no rushness to it.-

-wanting the confirmation that she wasn't just disregarded as a fool just dreaming rested on her mind as she just replaied what she saw, she almost wanted to look deeper in his eyes.-

-She looked at Fam from where she was laying down at and had a thoughtful smile-
"Don't apologize, it's good to talk I don't mind really."

-She then thought about what was just said.-
"Well, you know how you have dreams that are so real that they are not."
-She paused in thought-
"Then you have reality that is so unreal that it isn't."

"I just know I was told I could not fly even if the wings were repaired, and I had only seconds to do so to request for the white hair man, for a possibility that I will again."

-She thought how farlandish this sounded but it was the best way she could explain it. All she went through, something she never worried about, loseing her flight in such a manner. To others actually careing and this mess of trying to get her flight back. It was a fight, and she was starting to feel pretty darn determine to get it back.-

Being surrounded like this and with a weapon he wasn't really all that proficient with, it was inevitable that the man would end up falling. A grunt escaped his lips before he landed onto the ground with a thud.

Nodding to the Knight, Astalder looked down at Thanos with a sigh while mentally agreeing with what 'Blade' said about inheriting his father's madness. He glanced once more at the fray, noting that it seemed to have ended. Though with the dragon in the way, he couldn't really see much. Again, he felt no pain or anything that would signify that his bound was in any sort of danger.

"Come on Thanos," he said quietly as he started to try and walk away with the hatchling. He figured it'd be safer to walk a short distance away before taking wing again, should the winds get out of control once more.

Fam had listened to Rushia's explanation in interest. She sat and thought for a moment, but before she could say anything someone was calling her name. The Steward ducked out, exchanged a few words, and then ducked back in.

"Stay here and don't move those wings much!" she said urgently, "They found your white-haired savior! I need to go find out what happened, as the Knights have claimed him as a prisoner... and... and... well... I gotta go find out what's going on. Try to rest!"

And after that flurry of excitement Fam was gone, running through the halls of Gen'yiel.

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Blade was quiet for the flight back to Gen'yiel. He didn't really look much at Astalder and Thanos, not even when they landed and he stood a pace apart. There was a light touch on the dragon's mind as Blade used the link between the two to remember something.

"Astalder," he said carefully, "Wasn't there a wounded dragon back at the ward? How about we go check on her until we hear what happened from the knights."

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Hammand stared at the human, scratching his head absently. He held his helm under one arm and didn't seem too concerned by the white haired man at his feet, bound with shackles that would contain any magical ability. Padar had made his report and Lierce had sent him out to ascertain any threat before bringing the prisoner in to Gen'yiel.

"Well," he finally said, "I am honestly not sure what to make of this. We can't do much here if he's not talking. Go ahead and take him back to Gen'yiel. Lierce will have some guards to meet you and imprison him until we know what to do."