FLAP! FLAP! FLAP! Claug flapped her massive wings, flying across the clouds back toward Rita. She soon reached the hole she dug and crawled down.
THUD! She jumped down from the ceiling, landing before the still unconscious Arad. "He still didn't wake up," She stared at him, nudging his body with her nose.
"Both he and Alcott are down." Ginger had already healed up and was bandaging Alcott's wounds. "Alcott's wounds are severe, but I can't say anything about Arad."
Arad was still in his draconic form, and Ginger couldn't say anything about him.
"He's looking to be improving," Claug licked Arad's back, using her tongue to check the base of his wings. "Yes, the bones and tendons have healed." She then turned toward Ginger.
"How about the mediator? I can still smell his blood."
Ginger looked at Alcott, "I can't give him too many healing potions. They will starve him to death. He needs to recover slowly, or at least until he can eat." She patted Alcott's head.
