Yasmin and Ayobe stared down at Drogon, who continued to mumble incoherently.
"What do we do with him?" Ayobe asked.
"We'll let Iyvre decide that," Yasmin replied.
"I don't think he'll live long enough for her to decide, though," Ayobe countered, pointing to the severity of Drogon's injuries.
"He won't die yet. Just tie him up. I'll go heal that jerk over there," Yasmin said as She turned and headed toward where Rael lay, stopping right in front of him. She looked down and shook her head.
"Men"
....
Rael awoke with a start, quickly taking in his surroundings and recognizing the familiar makeshift roof of his longhouse.
He groaned as he sat up, still feeling a slight sting in his ribs. Looking at his torso, he saw it was wrapped in cloth bandages.
"Yasmin," he murmured. Obviously, she had healed what she could, bandaged the injury on his back, and brought him back to the compound.
