<font color='#810541'>the fake Drileahe turned back too normal "the driods done. hes all fixed to so i can kill him latter. i hate to say so but Elethea you need a rest" he toke off his cloak and put it so she could just collapse onto it "i mean it. take a rest or ill make you do it"</font>
<font color='#8D38C9'>Suddenly, Nasul felt a bit better, yet he laid there anyway, so that menatlly he could cool down, in the snow which had melted a bit with all the chaos around.</font>
<font color='#000080'>Looks to the lady healer then back to the dragon lying on the ground infront of his vision, glares slightly and walks over to the healer's side. Reaches his paw over and touches her on the shoulder slowly. "are you okay...?" Draws his paw back as he notices that he is with in contact with someone that isn't going to strike out at him. Places it back against the ground and rubs slowly.</font>
<font color='#810541'>"wimp" he cast a numb spell so his son would get up so are you going to rest or not Elethea?"</font>
<font color='698AAB'>Elethea needed no coercion to rest from the overpowering mage. She wasn't even truly hearing straight. A slight affirmative nod was given to the stranger, but that was all she could manage. In her last few concious moments, and the act that brought her to unconciousness, was livening Nasul's deadened nervous system again. He was healed, and no longer needed that spell laid on him, so she took it away. After that, the silver pendragon falls forward, golden eyes shut. She'd waken, sooner or later, but until then, she was deeply asleep, no longer responsive to any stimuli.</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'>Dornik struggled to his feet and padded to the healer's side. "Why don't you leave her alone? You've healed your son, your work is done. Let us be." He turned his back and waited for the sorceror to depart. While he waited, his tail flame slowly darkened.</font>
<font color='#810541'>"guese thats a yes then" he formed a quilt and lay it over the healer and took off his ear-ring "make sure she gets it" he said to the new arivall as he handed it over and then he promptly disappeared</font>
<font color='#000080'>Watches her as she rest then looks back to the cyborg/'dragon lying on the ground over towards the way from them. Claims the ring and gets up and walks over ot him slowly avoiding contact with the mage. Reaches the dragon and smells his scent. Draws back and glares slightly. "Hey...can you move...man?"</font>
<font color='#8D38C9'>Nasul quickly gets up, he looks the new 'dragon in the eye. "....Hallo, and yes, im okay now." he then turns to Elethea and runs up to her. "Is she okay?" He nudges her with his snout.</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'>Finally, the mage had left. Dornik turned and looked at the two sleeping forms. Apparently, someone thought they hadn't gone through enough of late. "Let them be" He gently told the new arrival, "You can ask him how he feels when he awakes. I'll stand watch. I suggest you rest like the others." As he stood alone on the snow, the qereniath silently crept over. "Mind if I watch, too?" The little 'dragon whispered not wanting to bother those sleeping. "My name is Lessla Rumthaa, You can call me 'Rum."</font>
<font color='#810541'>Drileahe thought to himself he really shouldnt go with a fake of himself next time. he decided he could watch the proceding by watching the vid of the little droid from the mech pack</font>
<font color='#000080'>Looks to the this dragon who approached him oddly with the suggestion, glares slightly at him then looks away from the dragon. Sits down and watches the healer and cyborg rest. "Yes...she'll be fine..."</font>
<font color='#000080'>Looks down at the droid and glares. Extends his pawa and sweeps it up in his paw turns his paw up and looks to the small bot. Smirks and laughs a bit to himself.</font>
<font color='#810541'>the droid jumped off his hand and landed back on Elethea and puts the ear-ring on her</font>
<font color='698AAB'>Elethea was rightly quite dead to the world, and all goings on. However, shallow breathing marked her place with the living, rather than with the spirits of Fronima. She'd be this way for a long time. This was one reason she tended to be alone. The way she healed; if she helped to many too soon, or did too much too fast, she was mentally drained, even if not physically, and therefore would collapse from over-exertion. In. Out. Her chest moves just barely, warm breath slowly melting the snow in front of her nose.</font>
<font color='#8D38C9'>Nasul laid down next to Elethea. he knew she wouldn't wake up soon, so he wanted to make sure somebody stayed with her to keep her warm at least. His voice bothered him again, but he ignored it again.</font>
<font color='#810541'>Drileahe voice was heard but he was not there "how cute! my son has a girlfriend! ill get her more gifts then</font>
<font color='#810541'>the driod walked over to her mouth and placed a oxegon machina to help her breath esay. it then tryed to entertain her by trying more dancing</font>
