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"I'll … be okay," Aldrec said, looking up towards his wife His own formerly handsome face was bruised mildly beneath his left eye, and the bolt caster wound looked severe "Skori's … in a far worse way than I aoing," Tescadji said, renostic pad from his back pocket He winked at Sedriil, who had shown considerable surprise that he would just happen be carrying such a device

After asequences, he put it away, breathing out a long sigh "He'll be okay," he said "Fortunately, theywith us"

Krako, meanwhile, had knelt down beside Aldrec's wounded arroaned in response

"What are you doing?" Mericlou said, trying to keep herself calh she discovered that it was less severe than she had at first thought, having been reat pain

"It's all right, Tulyr," Aldrec grunted, and then cried out briefly as the dragon turned his arm in a particularly painful direction "Krako … knohat he's doing"

And then, as if satisfied over so that Mericlou could not see, Krako set his arm down, and leaned over it And then, he bit down hard onto his own arm Mericlou and her family, who had recently joined her side, shrank back in shock and borderline disgust, as Krako's bood ran down his hand, and then fell to Aldrec's ar cry as the hot dragon blood singed the carpet, sending billows of sainst what see pain, theseverely as the blood that poured from Krako's punctured hand see a long exhale His face seerew vacant

"Is he … dead?" Sedriil said forebodingly

"No …" Mericlou quavered, casting a fearful gaze towards the dragon "He's not dead, is he? He can't be …"

He is not dead, pretty one, Krako assured her after he took hold of her arazed fiercely into her own, there still remained upon his face, a smile as childish as any she had seen froic inhim Be patient