"Gil?" Nix stared at the Titan. His head was the size of a compact car, the dark ridged shell was lodged in the wall. "A hand here please, this place isn't made for my awesomeness."
"Can't you just change back?" Nix ignored him and turned toward the dieing wolf-woman. The life in her eyes was slowly fading. He pulled his bandages out and started working on her.
"It's hopeless."
Nix nodded in agreement. "Yeah. Still... I can work on my skills while you're alive."
The wolf-woman smiled slightly. "What a bastard."
Nix shrugged but didn't disagree. "What's your name?"
"Una." She closed her eyes, every breath causing her pain.
"I'm Nix." He used the rest of his bandages on her and then paused. "Unaqoir?"
"Yes. How do you know that?"
"Damn... All this hard work." Nix pulled out his last Emperor, he had managed to make a dozen during the night. "I'm assuming your real dragon heart is still in your chest?"
