23.Jun.22, 02:26 AM
Mylorah was ready to fight K'dar if he tried to sit up again but her attention and glare turned to Orgailian when he teased her about Gangleri. Was it going to be a race to see who would anger her first? "You keep that head on that pillow and you," she turned back to address all of them, "I am not being dramatic. My brother, however, likes to overreact to the smallest of things and his dragon is Syrendryth's son." Hearing T'ryn groan, she knew at least one brother understood her point of prideful bronze dragons.
But then she turned back to K'dar and was holding his hand again because she needed the contact to prove he was real and fine more than doing it to comfort him. "Maybe the scars will fade. Some do," she wanted to be reassuring but she also knew she wasn't the smartest person in the room, especially when it came to dragons and healing. "But it genuinely doesn't look that bad. The white markings blend well with his colouring and could be seen as part of his pattern." On a darker dragon like Taith, the white markings would stand out and show what they were but Tiberuth was of subtler colours and she at least thought they would be fine.
"Syrendryth's been staying close to Tiberuth when we're here and I'll go sit with them again soon. Rhezalth and maybe N'mor might even join us again." Mylorah frowned at T'ryn offering up more of his time to watch over dragons instead of going home to his mate and kids but she appreciated it and smiled in the end. He was going to wear himself out but she suspected the two or three bronze dragons would make him nap while with them before he did fall flat on his face.
"See? Nothing to worry about. You know T'ryn is an excellent dragon-sitter." Considering how much he had helped take care of Rhezalth alongside Syrendryth after the landslide and then again by lending a hand when he could with Malvayth, T'ryn definitely had a good head and deft hand for dealing with fussy dragons.
But then she turned back to K'dar and was holding his hand again because she needed the contact to prove he was real and fine more than doing it to comfort him. "Maybe the scars will fade. Some do," she wanted to be reassuring but she also knew she wasn't the smartest person in the room, especially when it came to dragons and healing. "But it genuinely doesn't look that bad. The white markings blend well with his colouring and could be seen as part of his pattern." On a darker dragon like Taith, the white markings would stand out and show what they were but Tiberuth was of subtler colours and she at least thought they would be fine.
"Syrendryth's been staying close to Tiberuth when we're here and I'll go sit with them again soon. Rhezalth and maybe N'mor might even join us again." Mylorah frowned at T'ryn offering up more of his time to watch over dragons instead of going home to his mate and kids but she appreciated it and smiled in the end. He was going to wear himself out but she suspected the two or three bronze dragons would make him nap while with them before he did fall flat on his face.
"See? Nothing to worry about. You know T'ryn is an excellent dragon-sitter." Considering how much he had helped take care of Rhezalth alongside Syrendryth after the landslide and then again by lending a hand when he could with Malvayth, T'ryn definitely had a good head and deft hand for dealing with fussy dragons.