In the Resistance Hideout
Yara wiped her forehead as she healed the dragon's injury, smearing a bit of blood on her dust covered face. The injury was surprisingly deeper than she thought.
"Hey, I told you not to do that," she turned to see the elf walk in with someone. She tensed, shifting her seat in front of the limp dragon. 'Who was that? What did they want?'
"This is the in house healer," the elf said, Yara's eyes narrowed in suspicion. He might be reading my mind. "Let him have a look at the dragon," the elf continued, gesturing for her to move aside.
Reluctantly, yara stood up from the dragon's beside and the resistance healer rushed to take over, gently easing the dragon onto a cot.
Exhausted and covered in dust and blood, Yara walked out of the room for some air. She leaned against a window, watching from afar as villagers gathered around to talk and clear through the rubble of the collapsed temple.
